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“The statue’s legs of iron represent the Roman Empire, as I’m sure you all guessed. The Battle of Corinth in 146 BC marked the end of the Greek Empire and the beginning of the Roman Empire. The Romans mastered the art of making weapons with iron and even used it to debase their currency. As empires go, the Romans had to debase their currency to finance their overextended armies, the popular welfare entitlement program known as the grain dole, and foreign aid.

“A quote attributed to the Roman statesman Cicero from the first century BC says, ‘The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed lest Rome become bankrupt. People must again learn to work, instead of living on public assistance.’

“With all of these examples from history, one would think that the central bankers would know what is to come of our current monetary system and then correct their course to avoid another catastrophic failure . . . unless that’s the plan.

“But I digress. Back to the Bible study. The final empire spoken of in Daniel chapter two is represented by the feet, which are made of iron mixed with clay. Since there has been no world empire since the fall of the Roman Empire, we can deduce that this must be speaking of an empire yet to come.”

Henry Whitaker interrupted. “Could we say that America is a global empire?”

Isaiah tilted his head from side to side. “America certainly uses bribes in the form of foreign aid and the global presence of our military to exert a very powerful intimidation campaign, but I would classify this influence more as hegemony than an empire. Besides, I suspect America’s influence and global superiority are coming to an end.”

“Do you think the United Nations could evolve into this global empire?” Jim Taylor asked.

“Traditional thought has always been that the symbolism of the clay mixed with iron implies that this empire will be some type of global government made up of the pieces of the Roman Empire. That would make it an offshoot of the European Union,” Isaiah said.

David Ray added, “The driving forces behind the UN are the EU and the US. At least those are the big players in the World Bank and International Monetary Fund. Now that the UN has finally gained taxing authority over offshore mineral rights, the IMF is facilitating the payment system for the global tax; they’re all sort of the same thing, wouldn’t you say?”

Isaiah nodded. “You have a point, David.”

“Who owns the IMF?” Sharon Beck inquired.

Isaiah looked at Cassandra. “Cassie, I think you probably know as much about that as anyone. Would you care to enlighten us?”

“The IMF was established under the Bretton Woods agreement after World War II. The Agreement established the gold-backed dollar as the global reserve currency. Since the dollar is no longer backed by gold, technically, no member countries are bound by the reserve currency agreement, but that’s a different subject. The IMF is owned by the member countries. The ownership interest in the IMF is primarily controlled by the central banks of the member nations. Trying to figure out who controls the central banks is the real challenge—”

“Wait a minute,” Becky Ray said. “The dollar isn’t backed by gold?”

Cassie shook her head. “It hasn’t been since 1971.”

“Then what is it backed by?” Becky crossed her arms.

“Nothing,” Cassie said. “Well, that’s not entirely true. Shortly after Nixon took us off the gold standard, Secretary of State Henry Kissinger went to Saudi Arabia and brokered an arrangement affectionately called the petrodollar system. Essentially, the US agreed to back Saudi Arabia militarily in exchange for the Saudis using their influence to get OPEC to sell oil only in dollars. This creates artificial demand for dollars, which allows the Federal Reserve to print more currency without it being devalued as fast. So I guess you could say the dollar is backed by oil . . . and lead.”

Noah smiled. He’d heard all of this before, but he always enjoyed Cassie’s snarky comments.

“You’re saying America is propping up a Muslim nation that won’t let their women drive, that doesn’t allow Bibles in the country, and that imprisons or executes any of their citizens who convert to Christianity?” Becky exclaimed.

“And you’re paying for it with your tax dollars,” Cassie said.

Sharon shook her head. “This is a lot to take in. Back to what you were saying about the central banks. Who owns and controls the Federal Reserve?”

“That is two different questions.” Cassie replied. “The Fed is owned by the members who own shares in it.”

“So it is a private corporation?” Sandy Taylor asked.

“Yes and no,” Cassie answered. “The member banks own the Fed, but they can’t sell their shares. Perhaps the more important part of the question is, who controls the Fed. Officially, it’s directed by the Board of Governors, a panel of seven people appointed by the President of the United States who serve for fourteen years each. The Federal Open Market Committee, or FOMC, makes the monetary policies for the country. The Board of Governors, plus five presidents of the twelve regional Federal Reserve banks, comprise the FOMC. One of the five is always the New York Fed president, and the other four rotate from the remaining eleven Fed banks. All of these people, the governors and the presidents, are hand selected and placed there by the Illuminati, which is made up of a handful of the most powerful people on the planet.”

Cassie looked at Isaiah as if to ask if she’d gone too far.

“Proceed,” Isaiah simply said.

Sharon held up her hand as if to stop traffic. “Hold up. Cassie, I’ve always known you to be a levelheaded person, but if I’d heard this from anyone else, I’d say she was a kook. You said the governors were selected by the president; then you said they were placed there by the Illuminati.”

“The president is also hand selected,” Cassie said.

Sharon shook her head. “By the Illuminati? I’m sorry; I just can’t believe that. We have open and fair elections. I don’t believe some secret society is pulling the strings of the entire government and rigging the elections.”

“If both of your choices are selected by the Illuminati, the elections wouldn’t have to be rigged. In the 2004 presidential elections, you had two candidates who both professed to belong to the secret order of the Skull and Bones. That order is at the top of the food chain for global governance,” Cassie said.

Again Sharon protested. “John Kerry and George W. Bush were both members of the same secret society? I just don’t buy it. Isaiah, can you help me out here?”

Isaiah shrugged his shoulders. “John Kerry admitted it on MSNBC, so did George Bush. George W. wrote about it in his autobiography. Whether you call it the Illuminati or some other name, it is clear in Bible prophecy that a world leader is going to arise from some type of Luciferean-cult society. From what I know about the cult rituals of the Skull and Bones, it would fit like a glove into Bible prophecy.”

Sharon rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “Cassie, honey, I’m sure you believe what you’re telling us, but I don’t. I’m sorry.”

Benny Loomis spoke for the first time. “I believe you.”

Noah was surprised to hear him speak. His simple tone was quiet, but it seemed to Noah as if Benny knew something the others didn’t.

“I don’t want to disrupt the study. Isaiah, can we get back to the dream?” Cassie said.

Isaiah smiled. “I wouldn’t say the conversation is off track. I think it is very relevant. Thank you for sharing your insights with us.

“The statue had ten toes, which many believe represent ten rulers or ten countries that will be running the final global kingdom. Daniel specified that it will be a mix of different peoples. That leaves the door open to the possibility of the UN being the meeting place of the final kingdom.

“The last event in the king’s dream was the rock that crushed all of the kingdoms of the earth and established an everlasting kingdom. The rock is Christ, and that kingdom is the final kingdom of Heaven.

“I think it is important to stay focused on the end game. Our citizenship in heaven is secure, no matter what happens on this earth.”

“It sounds like you expect things to get bad for us. Don’t you believe in a pretribulation rapture?” Jim Taylor asked.

Isaiah snickered. “I think one could believe in a pretribulation rapture and still expect things to get very bad for us in the short run. We could take a break from our study of Daniel to get into a little bit of that if you like.”

“I think that is a fantastic idea. Let’s take a vote. All in favor?” Sandy said.

All except Sharon raised their hands right away. As she looked around, she slowly put her hand up to join the others.

“I think we’ve covered enough tonight. I’ll have a good study put together for next week,” Isaiah said.

Becky stood. “Good timing. We have to get Lynette home. It’s past her bedtime.” She left the room to find her daughter.

David stood as well. “Cassie, thanks for the information. I’ll definitely look into all of that.”

Noah went into the TV room to retrieve Lacy. “Time to go, sweetie.”

“Okay.” Lacy turned off the cartoon they’d been watching and followed Noah.

Becky agreed to watch Lacy on Saturday night so Noah and Cassie could go out for dinner. Everyone collected their coats and the dishes they had brought and said their good-byes as they headed for the door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 6

 

 

For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence—on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific, and political operations.

Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed.

John F. Kennedy, Waldorf Astoria, April 1961

 

Everett strode into the upscale Cuban restaurant. He glanced around at the crisp white tablecloths. “I wonder why I’ve never checked this place out.” Sterling was only about three miles from his apartment.

He scanned the room for Ken, but didn’t see him. Everett had met Lisa once before, but he wasn’t sure he’d recognize her in a crowd. He did a quick perusal for anyone who could possibly be Lisa. “Maybe I’m the first one here.”

Everett took a seat at the bar where he could keep an eye on the door and see them when they walked in.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“What are your specials?” Everett asked.

“Two for one mojitos, but happy hour is over in five minutes,” the man replied.

“Then I’ll have two mojitos.” Everett wasn’t much of a drinker. He figured the second drink would be for Lisa’s friend Courtney when she arrived.

Everett watched the television over the bar for several minutes. The financial channel was showing yet another all-time high in the stock market. “Someone made a killing after the last market crash,” he said under his breath.

Like the first housing bubble, the second, now called Housing 2.0, had created a massive panic and market sell-off across all indices. The Dow tumbled through the 2009 lows and briefly dipped below 3,000. The Federal Reserve had pulled out all the stops with massive money printing used for federal spending on defense, welfare, bank bailouts, and huge direct stimulus payments to American consumers.

The result was that inflation was now threatening double digits, even by the Bureau of Economic Activity’s fabricated numbers. Alternative economic news sources placed inflation well above twenty percent annually.

Everett didn’t think much of it. He had been taught by the mainstream media that this was the normal cycle, and it could go on indefinitely. He looked at his watch.
Where are these people?

When he had first sat down, the three seats on either side of him had been empty. Now someone had taken the seat next to Everett. He glanced over at the man but avoided eye contact. Everett covertly eyed what the man was drinking.
Cuba libre, fancy way of saying rum and coke with lime
.

He noticed the man’s ring, a large gold ring with a builder’s square, compass, and capital G in the center.
Looks like Agent Jones’s ring,
he thought.
For a secret society, the Masons sure like to show it off.
Then he smelled the familiar stench of cigarettes. He looked again, but unlike Agent Jones, the man had a full beard. His ball cap and jacket also looked different from anything he’d seen Jones wearing.

“Double fisting the mojitos, Everett?”

The familiar voice confirmed Everett’s suspicions. He tried to stay cool. “I was expecting some friends to join me. The other drink was intended for one of them.”

Jones smiled. “I see.”

“I didn’t recognize you,” Everett said.

“I guess that means I’ve still got it,” Jones said. “Would you mind pulling the battery out of your phone?”

Everett pulled his phone out of his pocket, removed the back cover, and took out the battery. He figured the menu must have been placed on his car by Jones. Now the only question was why?
Am I being invited to join the Freemasons?
Maybe I’m in trouble.

“You must be wondering why you’re here.” Jones sipped his drink.

Everett had to fight back his initial response of
that’s very insightful of you
. Not wanting to sound overly sarcastic, he simply said, “Yes, sir.”

“The short answer is that we’re here to talk about your curiosity. It is something of a conundrum for the Company. They recruit the best and the brightest and then ask them to stifle their intuition and skills.”

Everett poked the mint sprig to the bottom of his glass with his straw as he listened.

Jones kept his gaze straight ahead as he spoke. “You haven’t popped up on anyone’s radar just yet, but you’re on your way. If that happens, they’ll call me, and I’ll give you an official warning to cease and desist. If that’s ignored, you’ll find yourself unemployed with no official work history. Your files will be scrubbed, and no one at the Company will ever acknowledge that you worked there.”

“I suspect you wouldn’t organize a covert meeting just to give me a heads up.”

“I don’t know. I might. The years have made me appear a bit rigid, but I’m not without emotions. When I look at you, Mr. Carroll, I see a bit of the fire I once had.” Jones paused before continuing. “But you’re right. That’s not why we’re here. We’re here for you because I don’t want to see that ingenuity go to waste, and we’re here for me because I’m not ready to retire just yet.

“I don’t mean to bore you with the details, but I’ll have to give you some background, so you can fully appreciate my present predicament.”

Everett was impressed that Jones thought so much of him. He was intrigued to hear about Jones’s past as well. The office rumor mill spit out just enough information about the man to make him something of a legend. “On the contrary, Agent Jones, I’d enjoy hearing your story.”

“I was tapped for the Company while in the Army in the late eighties. I was trained as a field operative and served in the Persian Gulf region for over a decade. I learned the languages and the culture and worked for US interests in the region. In 2003, I was involved in a covert finance operation on the Tajikistan-Chinese border. Someone tipped off the Chinese, so they were waiting for us. I was injured in the operation. I lost my right leg from just above the knee. After that they put me on desk duty.”

Everett listened in amazement. It was the type of life he’d envisioned when he had accepted the job. “Sounds pretty dangerous for a finance operation.”

Jones nodded. “One of the primary revenue sources for the Taliban was heroin. Our operation was to act as US government contractors who had clearance to transport drugs into the States. We earned their confidence, got to know their trade routes and manufacturing facilities, and then we started robbing them. The best way to unload the product was to sell it to the Chinese drug lords. The Tajikistan-Chinese border is nothing but sand and rocks. No one ever guarded it—until that day. We’d ripped off the Taliban and gotten away with crossing the border for over two years. I guess someone got the same idea to rip us off. While it lasted, we made a ton of money for the Company.”

“You were stealing and selling drugs?” Everett had never heard of such a thing.

Jones laughed. “Most of the covert operations performed by the Company are self-funded. In other words, you can’t ask Congress to give you money for operations that ‘don’t exist.’ After I lost my leg, I went to the Emerald City.”

“You mean headquarters in Langley?”

“That’s right. I got a crash course in computer systems and was assigned as a consultant for Project Prophecy. Prophecy was developed in the years following 9/11 to alert us to the insider trading that always occurs prior to terrorist attacks.”

“So the conspiracy theories about the US government’s involvement in the attacks are all false?” Everett asked.

“Compartmentalization within the intelligence community is a high priority. I was in Kuwait at the time and heavily invested in relationships with ranking members of Al Qaida. If the government wasn’t involved, something should have leaked out and found its way to my ears.

“A CIA covert cell could theoretically be assigned a mission to recruit, organize, and fund an operation like 9/11 without anyone else in the agency knowing anything about it. Everything is on a need-to-know basis. The information flows are heavily guarded, and everyone keeps their mouths shut. Those who don’t, eventually become depressed or have delusions that they can fly off buildings. Once a mission comes from the top, you don’t question it or discuss it; you just do it.”

“So Project Prophecy was developed to catch inside traders who had advanced knowledge of terrorist attacks?” Everett wanted to know more.

“Yes. With the intent of deciphering exactly the nature of the threat. In the week prior to 9/11, there were massive short positions in American Airlines stock, as well as United Airlines.

“As a side effect, the program was soon able to predict market trends with a higher degree of accuracy than any other trading program to date. This lead to Project Markint. The name comes from market intelligence. It was designed to do everything Prophecy could do and more. The capabilities to predict a sovereign country’s intentions to financially attack another country are just the beginning of what this technology can do. The next generation of Markint uses the quantum computing capabilities at the Utah data center.”

“Utah has a quantum computer?” Everett asked.

“Seven. Six of the quantum computers handle specific tasks, and one acts as the soul that links them all together. The seven computers working in unison form Dragon.”

“I thought Utah was just a data storage facility.” Everett sat up straight with his eyes wide open.

“DARPA has a thumb drive that holds four terabytes of information. The NSA data center in Utah is over one million square feet. Can you imagine a thumb drive that size? There isn’t enough information in the world to fill that. We would never need that much space for storage.

“The intelligence community has learned that the best cover-up is to provide a narrative that is close to the truth. That way, when the inevitable whistle-blower comes out with information, it isn’t far enough away from the official story to get any play from the news.”

Everett was staring down the rabbit hole. “So the news is independent? You know, we hear all sorts of things around the water cooler. Mostly speculation, I’m sure.”

“Yes and no. One of the first initiatives when the CIA began was Operation Mockingbird. The objective was to control public opinion through media, both overseas and in the US. Officially, Mockingbird shut down, but Director of Central Intelligence, William Colby, admitted to the House Intelligence Committee in 1975, that the Company was still engaged in manipulating the media. The only difference between then and now is that we’ve perfected the art. And it’s not just the mainstream news media. We’ve got our hands in foreign media, Hollywood movies, the music industry, education . . . you name it.”

Everett struggled to take in all that Agent Jones was revealing. “The Company is controlling all of that?”

“I didn’t say we’re controlling any of it. We just have an influential hand in it,” Jones said.

“And Director Colby admitted to manipulating the press in a congressional hearing?”

Jones nodded and smirked. “Right before he was replaced as CIA Director by Skull and Bones member George H. W. Bush. We’re getting into more detail than I intended. Do you have somewhere you need to be?”

“No. I have all night. If you don’t mind my asking, why would you risk telling me all of this? It must be against protocol.”

Jones silently studied the wood grain of the bar. After a moment he downed his drink. “Why don’t you pay for the drinks and get a table. I’ll buy dinner. I’m going to step out for a few minutes for a cigarette. I’ll find you and then explain why we’re here.”

Everett found the hostess, who took him to a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant. He perused the menu while he waited for Agent Jones. “Ropa vieja, shredded beef in a tomato broth with onions over white rice. Served with caramelized sweet plantains. Sounds good.”

Jones arrived at the table and sat down. “Anything good on the menu?”

Everett nodded. “I can’t believe I’ve never heard of this place. The menu is spectacular.”

The waiter placed a basket of toasted Cuban bread on their table and filled their water glasses. The two men ordered their meals and returned to the conversation.

Jones picked up where he had left off. “I’d been working with a think tank to research the best ways to exploit the unique abilities of the Markint quantum computer linked to Dragon. I could spend weeks telling you the capabilities of Dragon to predict not only terrorist attacks through market analysis but also its ability to predict the trajectory and anticipate volume on any given trading day. Dragon can also change the direction of markets through complex algorithmic trading programs, which it has the ability to develop itself.”

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