Wise Eyed Open - by Arun D Ellis - a compendium edition incorporating 'Helter Skelter', 'Power Grab' & 'Rust' - books 7, 8, & 9 in the series

Preface



The man poured tea into a translucent porcelain cup then, after flexing long, elegant fingers, he caressed the keyboard and opened the file entitled 'New World Order/Final [1]Yishuv', sub heading 'Significant threat to British autonomy'.

He had discovered the file on first taking up his post; he'd been adding to it since taking office. He hoped he was doing justice to the earlier work by his predecessor; a man of dogged purpose and relentless patriotism.

He looked at the now familiar graphs charting the rising global debt which would ultimately culminate in global financial collapse. This collapse, he knew, would be followed by a financial lifeboat, courtesy of the IMF, in the form of a new global currency issued by the World Bank, controlled behind the scenes by the elite banking families, primarily the Rothschilds, in the interests of Israel.

From this point onwards, Israel would control the global banks, the markets and the world.

He leaned back and thought about the growth of Israeli influence and power in the west from the country's inception to the present time.

He considered the careful placement of individuals as CEOs in banks, and as leading politicians, others achieving positions of seniority in the judiciary, the skilful use of powerful lobby groups across Europe and America, control of the Council on Foreign Relations (CFR).

He marvelled at the deft way they had achieved control of the media, and the take-over of Hollywood, and the master stroke, duel citizenship of Israel and the US, along with Zionist control of the Federal Reserve.

He clicked on a link; 'A Strategy for Israel in the 1980s'; published by the 'World Zionist Organization', author Oded Yinon, objective: to divide up the Arab countries Iraq, Syria, Libya and Iran into smaller and, by definition, weaker territories.

He sniffed his derision; clearly Israel could not have expected to achieve this on her own, with insufficient military hardware and personnel, besides which, under normal circumstances, the superpowers would have stepped in to prevent it.

He clicked another link; 'A clean break. A new strategy for securing the realm'; a document calling for the cessation of peace talks with Yasser Arafat, the launching of attacks on occupied territories in Palestine and the overthrow of Saddam Hussein.

He noted the authors: Richard Perle, Douglas Feith and David Wurmser, all with dual Israeli American citizenship. He noted further that the document had been written in 1996, at the time when they held high office in Benjamin Netanyahu's Likud government. He found it interesting that they all later held office in the Bush administration, post 9/11.

He nodded as he read; appreciating the step by step approach to the destabilisation of the Middle East. The challenge for the Zionists would be to make these objectives become American objectives as well.

He scrolled through, found a new heading: 'Project for the New American Century': a think tank created circa 1997 dissolved 2006. Founders: William Kristol and Robert Kagan, both holders of dual American/Israeli citizenship. Key signatories: Jeb Bush, Dick Cheney, Donald Kagan, Paul Wolfowitz, Donald Rumsfeld, Dan Quayle, Elliott Abrams.

The project described the US as 'the World's pre-eminent power', and stated that the US needed to 'shape a new century favourable to American principles and interests,' with increased military spending, ensuring US 'political and economic freedom abroad,' and that the US should 'challenge regimes hostile to our interests and values.'

He checked the Foreign Policy Initiative, clearly designed to control the Democrats in the same fashion as the previous think tank controlled the Republicans. This too was founded by William Kristol and Robert Kagan, but the described objectives had now changed; 'address the rising challenges facing the US such as a resurgent Russia and China and rogue states that sponsored terrorism and pursued weapons of mass destruction.'

He found it interesting that the plan had survived being temporarily blown off course when Donald Trump had shocked the world and won the presidency.

Whilst none of the documents referred to the world's dwindling oil stocks or to OPEC directly he read between the lines; without the power to control the price of oil or its production America would become insignificant on the world stage. Russia, on the other hand, with her abundant stocks would be preeminent.

He sipped more tea, it helped him to think.

Whilst he could not stop the projected global collapse or the Israeli land grab, yet he was determined to secure Britain's place in the world.

He was Sir Phillip Blackmore, supreme Head of British Intelligence and, as such, in a position of some authority. He was also a knight of the realm; surely that had to count for something.

As he saw it, in the same way that Britain had been manipulated into giving the Zionists the Balfour Declaration, America was being manipulated into destroying the stability of the Middle East.

The resultant vacuum and the distraction of America's renewed confrontation with Russia and China, thanks to the Foreign Policy Initiative, would allow Israel to expand her influence and power from the Mediterranean and a line drawn from the Euphrates to the Nile incorporating Eastern Iraq, Eastern Syria, Lebanon, Jordan, Sinai, Western Egypt and Northern Saudi Arabia.

He couldn't help but admire the long-term thinking; Dick Cheney, Paul Wolfowitz, Donald Rumsfeld had all come to high office in the Bush administration.

To his mind, they ran it, backed by the likes of Perle, Feith and Wurmser. Jeb Bush, signatory to the 'New American Century' had stolen the 2000 election for his brother GW and without a Bush in the Oval Office there could've been no intervention in the Middle East.

9/11 had been the new Pearl Harbour, Osama Bin Laden the CIA operative, a Lee Harvey Oswald-like patsy. Blackmore recalled his shock at the willingness of so many people to believe the events of 9/11.

To his mind, and that of any rational person, he reasoned, the idea that a steel skyscraper could be toppled by a passenger jet was preposterous. Trying the same con twice and topping it off by bringing down a 3rd building, claiming it to be the result of vibrations and office fires was laughable. When the mythical passenger plane crashed into the Pentagon, the most heavily protected building in the world, he gave up on the credulity of the masses.

He turned to his paper notes and the conclusion he had written:

Israel : a young and energetic country with a widespread, influential and deeply embedded propaganda network, supporting a forceful and uncompromising global purpose based on a deeply held belief in her own supremacy.

As such her ambitions cannot be contained.

It behoves me, on behalf of my country to ensure that the men with power in that network are either controlled by or, failing that, become in some way deeply beholden to Britain.



He sat quietly for a few moments, committing his notes to memory. He re-read the final paragraph, intoned the last sentence out loud. Then he put the sheets neatly together and fed them into the shredder.





Descent 1

Hitler has only got one ball...

He was an attractive young man; his mother told him, often. He was a serious person; Jenna, his girlfriend, said that a lot, somewhat accusingly. He was extremely clever; this from his tutor, somewhat despairingly when his work didn't match up.

Whilst he agreed he was good-looking, (tall, brown-haired like his father with his mother's steel blue eyes) and conceded he was serious, (dour) enjoyed being called clever, (to the point of scholarly, albeit lazy) he wished he could be more easy-going (as opposed to intense, bordering on obsessive).

Good-looking, too serious, too clever, lazy. What did any of that matter now?

He stared at his laptop, his mind in turmoil. How could he work? He leant forward and rested his head in his hands, moaning softly into his palms.

He stood up and started to pace, suddenly aware of the confines of the bedsit of which he had been hitherto so proud. The front door opened straight on to a large living room/kitchen; high-windows, ceiling rose and coving. There was one large bedroom with an en-suite toilet and wash basin. The bath was a shared facility down the corridor. Gampy had found it for him, paid the key money and he had loved the place from the first moment he set foot in it but now, like everything else linked to his Gampy, it disgusted him.

He kicked out at the remains of last night's pizza. Then he slumped onto the sofa and stared at the wall for several minutes.

His phone rang; the jaunty tone an insult to his mood. He picked it up, stared at the screen; his mother, just what he needed. He tossed the phone onto the sofa. It rang again. He put it on silent but in the end he succumbed.

There was silence for several seconds before she spoke, "Louis, are you ok?"

He snorted, "Fucking great, what do you think?" He knew it wasn't her fault; she was only the messenger.

"I'm here, if you need to talk about it...."

"Oh? Talk about what, exactly?"

His voice broke and his thoughts scattered. His sweet-natured, great granddad, Gampy Jaggs ...a cold-eyed killer? He felt sick, all those years at Gampy's knee, enjoying an affinity across the ages that he'd not felt with his grandparents, not felt even with his own father, destroyed. This new knowledge put him at variance with the rest of the civilised world, with Jenna, his class mates at Uni, with Dean, both friend and class mate. He groaned aloud, how the hell was he going to approach his thesis from an unbiased viewpoint? Louis Walker, great grandson of the infamous SS Oberleutnant Friedrich Jaeger of the SS Das Reich, offers you his unbiased, scholarly thoughts on: The Causes of the Great War'.

"Louis, talking sometimes helps..."

"What's to say? Oh Louis, your great granddad was a Nazi? And everyone knew except you?"

"We waited until you were older, Louis. Until we thought you could handle it...."

Her voice died away, no further comment required about the proven fragility of his coping mechanisms, the shared knowledge of his vulnerability; the strange voices he'd heard as a child, the worrying behaviour, the deep depression that had culminated in a race to the hospital after what his parents preferred to call an accidental overdose, and what Louis knew had been anything but.

Louis broke the silence, "Where shall I start with the handling? He shot Russian peasants. Let me think, oh yeah, I'm OK with that. He was a mass murderer. Yeah, that's cool. Is that what you want? What else? Oh, Auschwitz...yeah, I'm down with that. See Mum? I'm handling it."

"Louis, don't do this to yourself," her voice was a soft plea.

"You did it to me, all of you... why didn't you tell me before?" He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist around the phone. This ruined everything.

She paused, "You knew he was German, that he was a soldier in the war. As for the rest, it's a matter of public record, Louis, if you'd have looked it up..."

"So it's my fault now, is it? I didn't look it up? I believed in him?" His voice was rising now, "I knew he was a soldier yes, but not SS, I mean, fucking SS."

She heard the panic in his tone, tried to dampen it, "Louis, they weren't all like that....."

"Like what exactly? Raving loony fanatics, hell bent on conquering the world, not to mention murdering every single Jew that ever lived."

"I can't talk to you when you're being...."

"Oh well done," he snapped, "you called me, remember?"

"You flew out of the house in such a state, I was worried you might..." She paused, started again, "I thought we could talk about it, sensibly."

"Talk about what? What can we possibly talk about? You're a Nazi and I'm not."

"Now you're being ridiculous, Louis. I'm not a Nazi, I'm not even full German. I'm as English as you are."

"Great, thanks, Mum, that means a lot."

"Louis, you should try to understand what it was like back then."

"Oh, yeah, understand why Gampy was a heartless killer? Yeah, Mum, I'll get to work on that right away."

Hope you have a nice week

Cheers

Arun