Make My Movie

NZFC / NZ On Air / nzherald.co.nz present... the MAKE MY MOVIE project. Our proud history of profound, progressive & potty thinking: Splittng the Atom / Women Getting the Vote / the Zorb and now we have another world first: the MAKE MY MOVIE project

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The Fruit of the Vine

A “Meticulously Researched” FILM
WRITTEN BY G Crompton

Troubled by strange dreams which seem to suggest a disturbing reality and sensing a strange awakening in herself, Melissa puts her keen intellect to work examining old texts from ancient civilisations in search of answers. Melissa realises religious truth is now compartmentalised, the truth spread across opposing religions and symbolism that's meaning has almost completely been eradicated from the world still exists in current texts, now working much like a code.

The leaders of men and Gods have had a secret pact running for thousands years, involving programming people's minds to accept a disturbing reality when the Gods return. Sensing the Gods imminent return, Melissa becomes especially concerned for a relevantly small group of females whom she fears she belongs to.

For thousands of years the leaders of the world have kept an EYE on a special line of humanity known as the "Vine". The descendants of the "Vine” still carrying select DNA are unaware they're a line created by the Sons of God 6,000 years ago and left in the care of High Priests and Kings who passed on their secret knowledge and duty to successive generations. These men now control Secret Societies wielding immense power and influence.

Melissa is on the verge of spilling everything on the internet when another devastating earthquake strikes her city, Christchurch. During the evacuation run by the army, Melissa and others are clandestinely whisked away to a hidden underground base in Antarctica by government agents.

Melissa finds herself locked in a cell and guarded by people determined to treat her like a stock animal. Claiming they're preparing her for her God, they perform ritualistic procedures on her explaining she should be eternally grateful.

However she is far more inclined to yell “What the hell ... get away from me, you treacherous weasels!”