I suppose its time to carry you dear reader further down the rabbit hole. For a long time, I have treated my readers here like children learning the alphabet for the first time, patiently allowing the language of query to percolate from a question mark into an exclamation point. That’s not to say that it’s anybody’s fault so much. Information has been purposely withheld, so there isn’t any way that you could know certain things unless you had access to uncorrupted source material not altered through the public education system. But its time I think to take a new step and to share with you a new layer to the great mysteries of life. To answer the question which started this journey so long ago against the traditional mode of public education to the present is to understand a key book in my own education process—my college. The story goes that I attended traditional university on several occasions believing that I had to in order to secure a good living. But after my own business experience early in life, and a quick understanding of how the world really worked I needed more and traditional education didn’t have it. So I found my education in the most obscure book in the English language—Finnegan’s Wake.
The novel was written to begin civilization again once the forces of destruction have ripped it apart. It’s something of a human time capsule encompassing many religious and political beliefs through historical context containing nearly 70 different languages in the text. Unlike James Joyce, I am not content to surrender to this circular born again motif—but to change it with the strategy and force of the overman. But that simple disagreement does not violate the treasures which can be found in every paragraph of the very elusive book, Finnegan’s Wake. For instance, I will provide the passage from the novel which discusses how Nathan Rothschild took over the bank of England and made his family into one of the most powerful in the entire world. The footprint of it is placed within the Wake to disguise it from the book censors and religious fanatics of Europe who had their coffers open to such maniacal influence. Yet boldly, Joyce told the story as follows. (Before continuing the misspellings below are on purpose, they are a type of language written by Joyce for a means even more mysterious and dangerous to those not acquainted.) But I will explain that in greater detail later:
What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for the lamp of Jig-a-Lantern! It’s a candlelittle houthse of a month and the windies. Downadown, High Downadown. And numbered quaintlymine. And such reasonable weather too! The wagrant wind’s awalt’zaround the piltdowns and on ever blasted knollyrock (if you can spot fifty I spy four more) there’s that gnarlybird ygathering, a runalittle, doalittle, preealittle, pouralittle, wipealittle, kicksalittle, severalittle, eatalittle, whinealittle, kenalittle, helfalittle, pelfalittlegnarlybird. A verytablenad of blaeakbardfields! Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glave toside him. Skud ontorsed. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.
But yet what gives away this historical moment? This passage which preceded it from the previous paragraph on page 10 of the Viking Press edition published in 1939:
Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewall Willingdone is an old maxy montrumeny.
OK, what does all that mean? Well my teacher Joseph Campbell was the first to detect it in the 1944 publication of his Skeleton Key where it was accused that the House of Rothschild actually defeated Napoleon at Waterloo, not the Duke of Wellington. Spying on the great battle which held Europe’s fate in its outcome, Rothschild’s agent upon a hill gathered news of the battle and knew the happenings of the course of the battle before the government in England knew anything of the Belgium conflict. It is entirely possible that given this reach of influence that Rothschild had enough sway to turn the tide of the battle against Napoleon. The giveaway in the passage is not only the spy for Nathan Rothschild at Waterloo but the description of the seven superimposed shields suggesting the seven “sheaths” (physical, astal, mental, buddhic, nirvanic, anupadakic, and adic) which according to occultists, clothe the essence of the soul. The one left would of course be Nathan Rothschild.
Their [Rothschilds] unique spy system started out when ‘the boys’ began sending messages to each other through a network of couriers. Soon it developed into something much more elaborate, effective and far reaching. It was a spy network par excellence. Its stunning speed and effectiveness gave the Rothschilds a clear edge in all their dealings on an international level.
“Rothschild coaches careened down the highways; Rothschild boats set sail across the Channel; Rothschild agents were swift shadows along the streets. They carried cash, securities, letters and news. Above all, news — the latest exclusive news to be vigorously processed at stock market and commodity bourse.
“And there was no news more precious than the outcome at Waterloo…” (The Rothschilds p. 94).
Upon the battle of Waterloo depended the future of the European continent. If the Grande Army of Napoleon emerged victorious France would be undisputed master of all she surveyed on the European front. If Napoleon was crushed into submission England would hold the balance of power in Europe and would be in a position to greatly expand its sphere of influence.
Historian John Reeves, a Rothschild partisan, reveals in his book The Rothschilds, Financial Rulers of the Nations, 1887, page 167, that “one cause of his [Nathan‘s] success was the secrecy with which he shrouded, and the tortuous policy with which he misled those who watched him the keenest.”
There were vast fortunes to be made — and lost — on the outcome of the Battle of Waterloo. The Stock Exchange in London was at fever pitch as traders awaited news of the outcome of this battle of the giants. If Britain lost, English consuls would plummet to unprecedented depths. If Britain was victorious, the value of the consul would leap to dizzying new heights.
As the two huge armies closed in for their battle to the death, Nathan Rothschild had his agents working feverishly on both sides of the line to gather the most accurate possible information as the battle proceeded. Additional Rothschild agents were on hand to carry the intelligence bulletins to a Rothschild command post strategically located nearby.
Late on the afternoon of June 15, 1815, a Rothschild representative jumped on board a specially chartered boat and headed out into the channel in a hurried dash for the English coast. In his possession was a top secret report from Rothschild’s secret service agents on the progress of the crucial battle. This intelligence data would prove indispensable to Nathan in making some vital decisions.
The special agent was met at Folkstone the following morning at dawn by Nathan Rothschild himself. After quickly scanning the highlights of the report Rothschild was on his way again, speeding towards London and the Stock Exchange.
Arriving at the Exchange amid frantic speculation on the outcome of the battle, Nathan took up his usual position beside the famous ‘Rothschild Pillar.’ Without a sign of emotion, without the slightest change of facial expression the stony-faced, flint eyed chief of the House of Rothschild gave a predetermined signal to his agents who were stationed nearby.
Rothschild agents immediately began to dump consuls on the market. As hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of consuls poured onto the market their value started to slide. Then they began to plummet.
Nathan continued to lean against ‘his’ pillar, emotionless, expressionless. He continued to sell, and sell and sell. Consuls kept on falling. Word began to sweep through the Stock Exchange: “Rothschild knows.” “Rothschild knows.” “Wellington has lost at Waterloo.”
The selling turned into a panic as people rushed to unload their ‘worthless’ consuls or paper money for gold and silver in the hope of retaining at least part of their wealth. Consuls continued their nosedive towards oblivion. After several hours of feverish trading the consul lay in ruins. It was selling for about five cents on the dollar.
Nathan Rothschild, emotionless as ever, still leaned against his pillar. He continued to give subtle signals. But these signals were different. They were so different that only the highly trained Rothschild agents could detect the change. On the cue from their boss, dozens of Rothschild agents made their way to the order desks around the Exchange and bought every consul in sight for just a ‘song’!
A short time later the ‘official’ news arrived in the British capital. England was now the master of the European scene.
Since then there have been many financiers who have essentially done the same thing. In our current time George Soros comes to mind. These are men, who crave power and dictatorship over mankind in various forms, yet they tactfully supersede the election process to just take power through the manipulation and open theft of money and once they gain control of such things, they can control the legislation system that might otherwise convict them.
A system of government to stand against such abuses of power rose in the communist and socialist movements—however, little known to everyone’s mind it too was a creation by these global manipulators to limit the power that governments might gain and to keep everyone off balance allowing the financial families to reign as a global aristocracy in control of everything and everyone. And for the most part it has gone unnoticed for many, many years. Only recently with the rise of the Internet has some of this discussion against these money controlling families really taken off. But for those who have read and attempted to unlock the secrets of the classic novel, Finnegan’s Wake speaking out against the Rothschild family was very dangerous business, and could get a book banned in 1939, even from Paris where Joyce lived for quite a long time during his writing years. So he coded the information so that future aspects of civilization might know, and put a stop to the practice.
The answer to these kinds of tyrants is in pure capitalism as people like Rothschild, and Soros cannot compete in a world where honor is given to those who make things instead of just to people who have a lot of money. A thief can acquire a lot of money. That doesn’t make them good people. But the creation of wealth in the first place is an honorable endeavor if the value between making money and making wealthy assets is distinguished. That is an important consideration that deserves contemplation because those types of decisions are before us now. And to unlock the correct answer I usually turn toward the recorded history protected through obscurity from censors in Finnegan’s Wake. The information there is protected from the stupid and manipulative because it’s too hard for them to unlock. But for us, those who read here often—the soil is rich for new ideas to grow and the seeds for such an endeavor are located within the complicated paragraphs of Finnegan’s Wake.
It is time to graduate.