The Everglades - Chapter Eighteen

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August 1971. It was a time when global undercurrent shifted. Humanity’s inflection point from a post-war society, thriving with productivity, shifted that year. Cells like the two Everglades Germans landed on shores across the globe. Decades were spent infiltrating societies in which they lived. Locals prone to child-predation were brought into the fold and made members with full benefits. Photos and film of disgusting activities were kept for blackmail purposes.

Evidence of perversions was protected at all costs. Millions had been invested in various ways to compromise those in power. Maintaining it offered status as a perpetual asset; otherwise expensed and lost forever. Those possessing the desire to destroy futures of young children required continued feeding of psychoses.

Offering public façades embracing wholly unnatural benevolence shielded citizens from reality.

Pockets of evil thrived across the globe. Children born to criminals, by the grace of God, were conditioned to embrace concepts contrary to the altruistic nature of souls. Closely-knit societies were purposed with destroying all that was good.

Decency was creative; regenerative.

Human integrity possessed the potential of creating an immutable flower of humanity. It was the physical realm evil, fallen angels, wished to control.

Truth, light, and love were scoffingly pushed aside.

Several defining moments occurred that year.

The last world leader who genuinely cared for humanity was assassinated in 1963; by the hand of his own CIA. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, and RFK were men professing that strong individuals created and benefited the greater good. All were eliminated by the hand of evil. 

Youth became conditioned to think of themselves less as individuals, and more like mere cells whose existence depended on the body-politic.

Contrived hordes of screaming girls followed popular bands of the day. Politicians were touted as rock stars. Actors, musicians; all became false idols to which masses deferred individual leanings. Neither value nor happiness emanated from souls once society inverted against its self-interest.

Critical thought became evil’s greatest victim.

The dollar was taken off the Gold Standard, ostensibly to stop speculators affecting the market. In actuality, the currency became freely printed. Payment for programs that continued evil’s infiltration of the world was created from thin-air; as substance-less as souls without connection to God. Eternal money, gold and silver, became barbarous relics. Everything embodied the temporal realm controlled by evil.

No one remained to stop them.

Die Spinne was the name of Nazi rat-lines that aided the escape of high-ranking officials at the end of the war. 1971 witnessed the coalescing of various points of control across the globe through the inception of the World Economic Forum. An unelected body purportedly focused on benevolent development of third world countries. Evil’s lies were broadcast to the world. In actuality, the WEF became the centralized hub; controlling silent armies, intent on eroding societal fabric of global communities.

Hippie culture of the prior decade jettisoned spirituality in favor of physical stimulation. Sexual encounters, meant to create, became substitute connections to God. Orgasms replaced ethereality. Physical intimacy became divine connections.

Multiple sexual partners became doctrine within the church of the poisoned mind.

Truth was exact at the universal level. Flawed flesh dominated the physical world. Humanity quickly approached a time whereby reconciliation became impossible. Those seeking purpose for lives were continually driven from the authenticity of God’s existence. That which was tactile became all that mattered. Godlessness was supported by every institutional facet of society.

Evil was the author of all lies.

The catwalk that extended just outside the German’s offices since their arrival in 1945 had become an interior hallway. Above the warehouse floor, newly constructed conference rooms expanded the second floor space. Cash continued to flow through the business whose façade offered a semblance of legitimacy. Front organizations grew in number, but failed to cover operating expenses. The only way the criminals expanded their effect on society was to deal in a greater number of illegal enterprises.

A natural governor against printing currency at the whim of hedonistic politicians was the Constitutional requirement that gold and silver be the country’s only money. Regardless, US politicians printed more than representative gold possessed on behalf of citizens.

Charles de Gaulle understood warmongering congressmen needed cash to finance Vietnam. It was a conflict whose only purpose was to enrich the Military Industrial Complex; along with their bought-and-paid-for representatives.

The French President parked warships in New York Harbor filled with paper dollars; ostensible representations of the gold backing its value. The forced exchange of paper for precious metal was agreed to reluctantly.

After the transaction was completed, Richard Nixon closed the gold window. No longer was the dollar exchangeable. Blame was placed on market-speculators. Anyone truly paying attention recognized the slight-of-hand.

The United States Government effectively removed any tether by which spending was limited. The action possessed the potential of being more destructive than drugs flooding society at the direction of Nazi-led, CIA operatives.

Deteriorating wealth financially stressed families. Desperate escapes were craved. Heroin was brought in from Southeast Asia, on Navy ships, hidden inside dead bodies of soldiers.

As was customary, Hochstühl and Von Unterscheisse donned suits. Damn the Miami heat and humidity.

Their meeting that morning was with a banker from Basel, Switzerland. It would change the direction of the Germans’ campaign.

For the most part, they’d operated of their own accord. Circumstances changed. Their guest was a man who associated with global elite that’d controlled society for a thousand years. It was a level of leadership which the men were aware; but with whom they’d never come in contact.

The two men occupied spaces they’d become accustomed over twenty-six years. Hochstühl sat behind his desk; his underling on the sofa across the room. A window mounted air conditioner blew cold air from vents above the lower sill. No matter how effectively the unit changed the interior environment, both men’s shirts were sweat-moistened.

The still beautiful Ms. Weinstein entered the office and stopped just inside the door’s frame. “Mr. Ravenschild is in the main conference room, herr Hochstühl.”

“Thank you, Ms. Weinstein.”

The two men glanced at one another and exchanged smiles. Both rose in unison and walked toward the door.

Von Unterscheisse stopped; allowing his superior to pass first.

Hochstühl glanced backward, over his left shoulder, and offered a jab at their guest’s expense. “The Swiss,” he scoffed. “They wish they were German.”

The underling smiled in response.

Both men walked the length of the secretary’s office, moved across the corridor, and into the conference room.

Obnoxiously positioned at the head of the long conference table sat a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, man. He wore white linen pants, a white short-sleeved Cuban guayabera, and a white Panama hat with a wide black band.

The Swiss-banker turned his head slightly; acknowledging the entrance of both men with a single and slight nod of his head.

Both Germans sat adjacent their guest; on opposite sides of the conference table.

The man possessing knowledge of the greater conspiracy spoke. “You both have done an exemplary job wresting control of this community. The World Economic Forum is pleased.”

“Who?” the General insisted.

“It is a new organization…a front organization. Sleeper cells like yours all across the globe have done such exceptional jobs, it is now time to centralize control.” The Swiss-banker glanced skeptically between his two hosts. “You were incapable of winning World War II, so we’ve had to wait twenty-six years to centralize control.”

“You came all the way from Basel to say that?” the Colonel barked.

Hochstühl smiled.

“No. We have a deviation in our plan that we hadn’t anticipated.”

“The Swiss,” Hochstühl barked condescendingly.

Without emotion, the banker responded, “you can be replaced. And I can assure you, it won’t be a pleasant trip back to Bayern.

The General allowed the visitor’s boisterous nature to dissipate without challenge. He’d worked with a meth’d up Hitler during the War. No amount of ego was allowed the derail their lifelong project. “So, have you come to tell us you’re giving us more capital with which to expand our influence?”

The Swiss man smiled impishly. “I’m going to do a lot better than that.”

The man leaned forward in his chair. From his rear pocket, the visitor retrieved a bound stack of one hundred dollar bills. He laid the currency on the conference table. “Here we have ten thousand dollars.” He glanced between both men. “I suppose you could accomplish a lot with this money, couldn’t you?”

The General shrugged his shoulders. “A couple timely assassinations maybe.”

The superior glanced toward the Colonel for confirmation.

The underling nodded. “At today’s rates, yes.”

Both men looked once again toward their visitor; seeking meaning beyond tactical measures supporting an overarching strategy.

“I’m not sure if you’re aware, but Charles de Gualle sent French warships into New York harbor a few months ago. He demanded France’s gold in exchange for ships filled with paper dollars.”

“What compelled him to do so?” the Colonel asked.

“It seems he understood America was printing dollars beyond the stated exchange rate with gold; destroying its value.” He nodded his head gently from shoulder to shoulder. “He was right. It’s the only way we…the Americans can continue executing their war in Vietnam.”

“That will harm our operations here,” the Colonel stated. “Where will our drugs come from?”

“The original plan was for Hitler to establish military bases in Colombia from his Argentinian stronghold. After the coup against our puppet Peron, we’re using relationships we’ve built in Colombia to establish a large drug trade.” He smiled. “Switching one destructive tactic for another.”

The underling still had difficulty understanding unchecked money printing. “Back to the cash. That will cause inflation in the United States. The people won’t stand for it.” The Colonel thought a little longer. “How long can the untethered currency be printed before going back onto the gold standard?”

The General listened to Von Unterscheisse’s protestation; refusing to offer an objection. The superior had little understanding of financial markets. He resigned himself to listen.

“The word temporarily was only mentioned to placate the populace. This is a change that will allow us to print as much money as we wish, and employ it in any manner that will further our cause.”

“Again, crippling inflation.” The Colonel’s challenge became more firm.

“Our financiers in New York have worked it all out. The dollars that are printed for our purposes will be disguised amongst massive printing of dollars. No one will be able to see what we’re doing solely by focusing on money supply increases beyond normal economic growth.”

“You’re still going to trigger inflation.”

The visitor wagged his right index finger at the Colonel. “Not if we increase the demand for the US dollar.”

“Easier said than done.”

 “Not if we employ the benefit of time.” The visitor paused. “The American appetite for war is at an all-time low. There have been some huge mistakes made in Vietnam.”

“Like what?”

“Our biggest mistake was employing true military type Generals. They’ve spoken openly about how politicians have lengthened the war, and that they could have shortened the conflict by years; saving hundreds of thousands of lives.” The banker shook his head. “We’ll need to do a better job infiltrating the military. But, it is only twenty-six years after World War II.”

The men sat silently for several moments; contemplating overall strategy.

“Call me daft, but I just don’t see how the world will simply accept US dollars,” the General questioned.

“They won’t just be accepted. The United States, in the eighties, will embark on a campaign of ‘nation building’ throughout the world. This country will be seen as bringing democracy to the world.”

“And that’s a good thing?” the Colonel interjected.

“It’s all a façade. In actuality, the first thing we’ll do when each country is conquered…or democratized…is to establish a Central Bank. They will have their own paper currencies, but will be required to own billions of paper dollars to participate in world trade.” The Swiss Banker smiled. “See how it works?”

The Colonel stared at the ceiling. “And as more and more dollars are printed, Central Banks all over the world will be required to own more dollars.” He looked at the Swiss Banker. “And they’ll continued soaking up dollars we’ll be printing for our missions.”

“Exactly.”

“But it has to end sometime.”

“Our New York financiers think we can make it last until at least 2030.”

“We’ll be into our great grandchildren’s generation then.”

The visitor nodded. “Understand one thing; nation building means taking complete control.”

The Colonel interjected. “But why the eighties?”

“Look at it this way. The city will be flooded with paper money. We’ll need to do it slowly so that hyperinflation doesn’t tip off citizens to our wealth destruction techniques. As more of this worthless paper sloshes around town, those who are vacant souls will be the ones who devise means to obtain as much wealth as possible. It will be how they define themselves. That’s when your media will reinforce idol status; worshipped for their ability to accumulate vast wealth.” He paused. “Granted, that will take a long time, but it does fit within our four generation timeline.”

Neither man responded; choosing to relish thoughts silently.

The Swiss Banker slid the stack of one hundred dollar bills across the table; toward Colonel Von Unterscheisse. He smiled satisfactorily. “Keep it. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Inflation impacted 1970’s families in a most harsh manner. Financial media experts claimed ignorance as to its cause; inferring causation beyond human control.

Parents leading households shifted blame away from bankers who knew exactly what they were doing. The same phenomenon that drove the Roaring Twenties, freely printed and flowing money, hindered those only wishing for peaceful lives.

Universal dogma was seen as thrusting challenges beyond Americans’ ability to understand and combat supposed supernatural inflation.

The inversion of God’s pure love began in earnest.