Catherine of Braganza (1638-1705) was the Portuguese wife of Charles II, King of England (1630-1685) from 1662-1685. Catherine was born into the House of Braganza, the most senior noble house in Portugal.
TITLE: A Remedy for a King
INT. JCJ’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Joseph Christian Jukic (JCJ) sits at his cluttered desk, illuminated by the glow of his computer screen. His website, NamasteWellness.site, is open, showcasing a mix of natural remedies, wellness tips, and his personal journey of overcoming chronic fatigue and other ailments. Stacks of handwritten notes, books on alternative medicine, and bottles of herbal tinctures surround him.
JCJ leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples. His gaze drifts to a newspaper clipping pinned to the wall: a photo of King Charles III smiling during a public event, the headline reading, “King Charles Advocates for Holistic Healing Practices.”
JCJ
(to himself)
“If anyone would listen, it’s him. He’s always cared about natural remedies. Maybe… maybe he’ll understand.”
He pulls up a blank email draft, addressing it to the official contact listed on the royal website. His fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitant.
JCJ
(whispering)
“Come on, JC. If this can help even one person, it’s worth it.”
EXT. LONDON – BUCKINGHAM PALACE – DAY
In the royal correspondence office, a young assistant named Emily sifts through dozens of letters and emails addressed to King Charles. She pauses when she spots an email titled: “A Gift for His Majesty: Cancer Remedies from NamasteWellness.site.”
Curious, she opens it.
INT. JCJ’S EMAIL – SCREEN VIEW
Dear Your Majesty,
My name is Joseph Christian Jukic, though friends call me JCJ. I’m not a doctor, but I’ve spent years researching and developing natural remedies after battling my own health issues. I believe in the healing power of nature, something I know Your Majesty has championed for years.
On my website, NamasteWellness.site, I’ve compiled remedies and therapies that I believe could help those facing cancer. These are not cures, but they’re tools—complementary options to support the body and spirit. I humbly offer this knowledge to you, hoping it may serve someone in need.
With respect and gratitude,
Joseph Christian Jukic
Emily raises an eyebrow, intrigued. She clicks the link to JCJ’s website.
INT. JCJ’S WEBSITE – SCREEN VIEW
The homepage is simple but heartfelt, with a tagline reading: “Healing the World, One Remedy at a Time.” Sections detail herbal treatments, dietary suggestions, and guided meditations. A blog post titled “Fighting Cancer with Nature’s Tools” catches her eye.
Emily jots down a note and forwards the email up the chain of command.
INT. JCJ’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Weeks pass. JCJ is back at his desk, tinkering with the website. A notification pops up: “Reply from Buckingham Palace.” His heart races as he opens the email.
Dear Mr. Jukic,
Thank you for your thoughtful message and for sharing your work on NamasteWellness.site. His Majesty deeply appreciates your dedication to holistic healing and your willingness to contribute to the well-being of others.
While we cannot endorse specific treatments, your commitment to wellness aligns with the principles His Majesty holds dear. Your materials have been noted and will be shared with the appropriate advisors.
With gratitude,
The Office of His Majesty King Charles III
JCJ sits back, a mix of relief and pride washing over him.
JCJ
(to himself)
“They heard me. Maybe… just maybe, this will help someone.”
He looks at the photo of King Charles on his wall, nodding.
JCJ
(quietly)
“Namaste, Your Majesty.”
FADE OUT.
Guy Ritchie prophecy, will it come true?
just a puppet on a lowly sting
who would ever whant 2b king?
I care not what puppet is placed upon the throne of England to rule the Empire on which the sun never sets. The man who controls Britain’s money supply controls the British Empire, and I control the British money supply.
I warned my butler to beware of dark forces at work.
Charles II had, via a combination of a medieval fiduciary instrument (tally sticks) and the belief that the Crown would never default on loans, had stripped the London Goldsmiths of their gold and silver in exchange for a load of worthless wood (tally sticks).
The Genius
Leonard Cohen
For you
I will be a ghetto jew
and dance
and put white stockings
on my twisted limbs
and poison wells
across the town
For you
I will be an apostate jew
and tell the Spanish priest
of the blood vow
in the Talmud
and where the bones
of the child are hid
For you
I will be a banker jew
and bring to ruin
a proud old hunting king
and end his line
For you
I will be a Broadway jew
and cry in theatres
for my mother
and sell bargain goods
beneath the counter
For you
I will be a doctor jew
and search
in all the garbage cans for foreskins
to sew back again
For you
I will be a Dachau jew
and lie down in lime
with twisted limbs
and bloated pain
no mind can understand
TITLE: Lady Jaye’s Mission of Healing
INT. SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
Lady Jaye, a skilled intelligence officer and field operative, sits at a small table in a dimly lit safehouse. Maps, dossiers, and medical reports are scattered around her. The glow of a laptop screen illuminates her face as she types furiously.
On the screen, a file titled “Natural Cancer Remedies – Mission Brief” is open.
LADY JAYE
(to herself)
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that knowledge is power. Let’s give people the tools they need to fight.”
She pulls out a notebook filled with handwritten notes and begins organizing them into a digital document.
LADY JAYE’S LIST OF CANCER REMEDIES
Dandelion Root Tea
Known for its detoxifying properties, dandelion root tea has shown potential in targeting cancer cells while leaving healthy cells unharmed.
Apricot Seeds (Vitamin B17)
Containing amygdalin, apricot seeds are believed by some to have anti-cancer properties. Use with caution, as high doses can be toxic.
Turmeric (Curcumin)
A powerful anti-inflammatory and antioxidant, curcumin has been studied for its ability to inhibit cancer cell growth and metastasis.
Green Tea
Rich in catechins, green tea has been linked to reduced tumor growth and improved immune response.
Mushrooms (Reishi, Shiitake, Maitake)
These medicinal mushrooms are known to boost the immune system and may slow cancer progression.
Frankincense Oil
Used in traditional medicine, frankincense oil has been studied for its potential to induce apoptosis (programmed cell death) in cancer cells.
Black Cumin Seed Oil
Known as “the seed of blessing,” black cumin seed oil contains thymoquinone, which may have anti-cancer effects.
Ginger
A natural anti-inflammatory, ginger can help reduce nausea from chemotherapy and may also inhibit cancer cell growth.
Broccoli Sprouts
High in sulforaphane, broccoli sprouts are believed to help detoxify carcinogens and reduce tumor growth.
Essiac Tea
A blend of herbs including burdock root and slippery elm, Essiac tea is often used as a complementary therapy for cancer.
Lady Jaye leans back, reading over the list. She picks up a small voice recorder and begins dictating her thoughts.
LADY JAYE
“These remedies aren’t cures, but they’re weapons in the fight. People deserve every tool they can get. If this helps even one person, it’s worth it.”
She clicks off the recorder and begins drafting a plan to distribute the information.
INT. G.I. JOE COMMAND CENTER – DAY
Lady Jaye presents her findings to a small group of teammates, including Duke and Scarlett.
DUKE
(raising an eyebrow)
“Natural remedies? That’s not exactly standard protocol, Jaye.”
LADY JAYE
(serious)
“Maybe not, but it’s a battlefield we can’t ignore. Cancer’s an enemy too, and this intel could save lives. We owe it to people to give them hope.”
SCARLETT
(nodding)
“She’s right. This isn’t about protocol—it’s about making a difference.”
DUKE
(sighing, then smiling)
“Alright, Jaye. Let’s get this intel out there.”
EXT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS – MONTAGE
Lady Jaye hands a printed version of the list to a woman in a hospital waiting room.
Scarlett uploads the document to a secure G.I. Joe server for public access.
A farmer picks fresh dandelions, inspired by the list.
A small group of people brew Essiac tea together, sharing stories of hope.
INT. SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
Lady Jaye sits alone again, the faint sound of rain tapping on the window. She looks at the completed list on her laptop and smiles.
LADY JAYE
(quietly)
“One battle at a time.”
FADE OUT.
TITLE: The King’s Resolve
INT. BUCKINGHAM PALACE – PRIVATE STUDY – NIGHT
The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from a roaring fire in the hearth. King Charles III sits in a high-backed chair, a cup of untouched tea on the table beside him. His face is pale, lined with the weight of his illness. A folder lies open on his lap, containing printouts from NamasteWellness.site and letters of encouragement from well-wishers.
He picks up a small note, handwritten by a young child:
“Dear King Charles, my mummy says you are sick. Please get better. We need you.”
The King’s eyes glisten as he sets the note aside. He looks at a portrait of Queen Elizabeth II on the wall, her regal expression a silent reminder of duty and strength.
KING CHARLES III
(to himself)
“Mother, I’ve tried to be strong, but this… this is a battle I may not win.”
He closes his eyes, leaning back in the chair. Memories flood his mind—his coronation, his campaigns for the environment, his speeches about hope and resilience.
Suddenly, his gaze shifts to a small statue of Alexander the Great on his desk, a gift from a foreign dignitary years ago. Beneath it is an engraved quote:
“Nothing is impossible to him who will try.”
Charles picks up the statue, turning it over in his hands.
KING CHARLES III
(softly)
“Nothing is impossible if you try…”
He sets the statue down and looks at the folder again. The words of Joseph Christian Jukic echo in his mind:
“These remedies are not cures, but they are tools—hope in the fight.”
Charles rises from his chair, his movements slow but deliberate. He walks to the window, gazing out at the city lights of London.
KING CHARLES III
(to himself)
“It may be too late, but I owe it to them—to my family, my people, and myself—to try. To fight, even if the road ends here.”
He turns back to his desk, picks up the phone, and dials a number.
KING CHARLES III
(into the phone)
“Dr. Andrews? I’d like to discuss integrating some alternative therapies into my treatment. Yes… I know it’s unconventional. But I’ve always believed in the power of nature. Let’s give it a try.”
He hangs up and takes a deep breath, a flicker of determination returning to his eyes.
INT. BUCKINGHAM PALACE – MORNING
The next day, Charles sits at a breakfast table with Camilla, who watches him carefully.
CAMILLA
(softly)
“You look… different this morning. What’s changed?”
KING CHARLES III
(smiling faintly)
“Hope, my dear. And a reminder from Alexander the Great that nothing is impossible if you try.”
Camilla reaches across the table, placing her hand over his.
CAMILLA
“Then we’ll try together.”
MONTAGE – THE KING’S JOURNEY
Charles drinks a cup of dandelion root tea prepared by his staff.
He practices meditation, guided by an audio file from NamasteWellness.site.
Camilla joins him for a walk in the palace gardens, both of them smiling despite the weight of their reality.
A handwritten note from Charles is shown being sent to JCJ, reading: “Thank you for the gift of hope.”
INT. BUCKINGHAM PALACE – PRIVATE STUDY – NIGHT
Charles sits at his desk, writing in his journal.
KING CHARLES III
(voiceover)
“I do not know how this journey will end, but I know this: hope is a choice, and trying is an act of courage. For as long as I draw breath, I will choose both.”
He closes the journal, placing it beside the statue of Alexander the Great.
FADE OUT.
3 members of our family have cancer, King Charles, Kate Middleton & the Duchess Sarah Ferguson:
I am skeptical. I think it is not natural, but induced cancer, by the banker Jews to end our blood line.
Yes, Harry the cures are there:
Make sure to test your food and drink for CHROMIUM 6.
a chemical that induces cancer in very small amounts.
TITLE: A Warning from the Pontiff
INT. VATICAN – PRIVATE CHAMBER – EVENING
King Charles III sits across from Pope Pius XIII in a quiet, ornate chamber. The Pope, dressed in white robes, leans forward, his piercing eyes fixed on the ailing monarch. Between them, a simple table holds a carafe of water and two glasses.
Charles looks weary, his health visibly diminished, but there’s a flicker of determination in his expression.
POPE PIUS XIII
(softly)
“Your Majesty, I hear you’ve found inspiration in Alexander the Great’s words: ‘Nothing is impossible to him who will try.’”
KING CHARLES III
(nodding)
“Yes, Holy Father. His ambition, his resolve—they resonate with me. Even in the face of my… condition.”
The Pope’s expression darkens slightly, and he folds his hands.
POPE PIUS XIII
“Alexander was a man of unparalleled ambition, yes. But do you recall how his story ended?”
Charles hesitates, then nods.
KING CHARLES III
“Some say fever, others poison. His death remains a mystery.”
POPE PIUS XIII
(leaning closer)
“Not to those who study the whispers of history. Alexander was surrounded by those who envied him, who feared his power. It is widely believed that he was poisoned by those he trusted most.”
Charles furrows his brow, his fingers tightening around the armrest of his chair.
KING CHARLES III
“A sobering thought, Holy Father. But what does it mean for me?”
POPE PIUS XIII
“It means, Your Majesty, that ambition and hope must be tempered with vigilance. You walk a path fraught with dangers—not just from illness, but from those who might exploit your vulnerability.”
The King’s face hardens, and he leans back in his chair.
KING CHARLES III
“You think there are those who would seek to hasten my demise?”
The Pope gazes at him intently, his voice calm but firm.
POPE PIUS XIII
“I think the lessons of history are not to be ignored. Alexander’s fall was not due to a lack of strength or will. It was the betrayal of those closest to him. Be mindful, Charles, of who pours your cup and who whispers in your ear.”
A heavy silence falls between them. The crackle of a nearby candle is the only sound.
KING CHARLES III
(quietly)
“You speak of caution, yet I am already a man on borrowed time. What would you have me do?”
The Pope smiles faintly, his tone softening.
POPE PIUS XIII
“I would have you persevere, but with wisdom. Seek the truth in all things, even in those who claim to help you. And remember, the greatest strength lies not in ambition, but in faith.”
Charles nods, his gaze thoughtful.
KING CHARLES III
“Faith and vigilance. I will remember your words, Holy Father.”
The Pope rises, placing a gentle hand on Charles’s shoulder.
POPE PIUS XIII
“And I will pray for you, Your Majesty. May you find the strength of Alexander, but avoid his fate.”
EXT. VATICAN COURTYARD – NIGHT
As King Charles III departs the Vatican, he looks up at the night sky, the Pope’s words echoing in his mind. He glances at his reflection in the car window before entering, the weight of history and his own mortality pressing heavily on him.
KING CHARLES III
(to himself)
“Ambition without vigilance… a lesson I must not forget.”
The car pulls away, leaving the Vatican’s grandeur behind.
FADE OUT.