... caliber considering all the information about the intricate issues of finances, power manipulation via money and "power of gold". Even the "prophet of communism", Karl Marx, could not possibly speak with such a precise knowledge, confidence and authority. Not possible. You have to know the machinery of "slavery of money" and "know how" in the ways that only Rothschild kind of players may know. Otherwise...
... Family "The Denver Connection" - Kingpin-Money Launderer) George Shultz (Former Secretary of State USA) Henry Kissinger aka Hennie Kissinger (Former Secretary of State and NSA USA) Lawrence Rockefeller (Banker New York) Carl Lindar (Bush Crime Family "The Ohio Connection" - Kingpin - Money Launderer) David Rockelfeller (Banker NY) And many other Knight's Templars who worship Baphemet and are Part of...
... on, so they could milk it and control the world through it. How can you control some small and poor country if it had enough energy, which is the prime value of any kind. It is not even gold. But energy as all the technologies and industries eventually depend on energy and not on this worthless paper they call money. And the most shocking information is that according to Dr. Sall there exist the...
... worldly governments have pretensions to absolute domination? Understand that that is the only thing which they have not yet reached. See: Absolute Power - from "Red Symphony" The thing is, once all the governments of the world owe you so much money that they can never possibly repay it, what would be the next step on your agenda if you were the Rothschild kind of a guy? What would excite your...
... charge of that was Tavy Gabay, head of the foreign office intelligence section. He was given lists of sayanim and pro-Zionist organizations that he could mobilize. This was not an easy task. The Jordanians could purchase the arms anywhere they wanted. They were not begging for a grant; they wanted to spend money in the United States. They were looking for a cash deal. We knew that if they succeeded...
... smiled. "I'm listening." "When you get home, you'll tell your wife that you were kicked out of the Mossad. You will then tell her that you just met with some friends who told you that you should get out of the country fast." "What do I do for money?" "Sell that clunker of a car." "What can I get for that?" "Just to get out of the country, you'll need about five grand. " "The car isn't worth more than...
... not to laugh. "Can I come and take it for a spin?" "Sure, when did you have in mind? You see, I have things to do and ..." "In about twenty minutes." "Great, I'll meet you by the car." "My name is Boaz, and you are ...?" "Victor, my name is Victor." "See you, then." I had no doubt it was one of Ephraim's people coming to take the car and give me the money so that I could leave. This whole charade...
... you too, when the time is right?" "Don't be ridiculous. This is a different matter; the man is in it for the money, and he deserves what he gets." "Okay," I said. There was a short silence on the line. Then Ephraim's voice sounded like a snake on sand. "Call him and tell him that you're a friend and that the connection is cleared. He's to go ahead as planned." He gave me the number to call and the...
... they want me to go to Moscow or something? They might just work like we do." "So you go. Just remember you are doing it for the money, always think about that or they'll suspect you. You will use your real name and your real story to back yourself up." "What if they just pump me for information and then throw me out? I mean, what will we have gained then? Think about it. I have no access to...
... after all? Besides, the reason for my visit here is almost over." He smiled at me. "I'm here to ensure we get the bid for the Mazlat with the American navy. I'm here to make sure that the right man gets the money and the other one is scared enough to do what he has to." This was a reference to an operation run by the Mossad from Israel, using a crooked Israeli air force officer who was connected to...
... give you ample time to get everything in order and stand ready." "Right. Now, you watch yourself. This is not some exercise in the academy, you know." I could sense a genuine concern in the man's voice. "Don't worry, just make sure things are tight on your end. One more thing, what do I do for money? I'm running out very fast. " "We'll see about that." He handed me an envelope. " Here's some money to...
...." "That's okay; you'll be getting money soon. Just use what you have to build your image." "When will I see you?" "Once this little episode is finished, I'll come over." "What will you do if you find what we're looking for?" "That's a problem in itself. I can't just waltz in and accuse someone. I'll have to manipulate someone I know in the Shaback and put them on the trail without letting out much. But...
... had a part-time job with the city's gardening department; he was newly divorced and extremely high-strung. The contractor, a big burly guy, was friendly and very protective of his odd friend. He spent most of his time telling anyone who'd listen how much money he had made that day - not working too hard. In fact, when he described what he'd done, it seemed to me he'd earned every penny he made...
... toward us, allied with Jordan, the big enemy of Iran and Syria?" "Yes, that's why I'm opposed to this action. But that's the directive, and I must follow it. Hopefully, you and I will be done with our little operation before anything big happens. After all, we have already destroyed his nuclear facility, and we are making money by selling him technology and equipment through South Africa." "That still...
... volunteered for the navy after I came back from Canada for the same reason. I believed that what you truly love deserves to be defended. "There is one more thing." His voice was back to normal. There was not a trace of the emotion he'd just shown. He spoke like a teller counting someone else's money. "There is a Kidon team running around New York searching for a man they believe has made contact with the...
... indeed working for British intelligence, as we thought, he would have reported that incident and would be able to identify me. Concern with Protocols Controversy We decided that I would play the man who has two reasons for coming to them. One would be money, the other revenge. I would also say that I was worried that Mossad activities in the United Kingdom could bring about a wave of anti-Semitism if...
... time we were seated for breakfast, Ephraim had managed to get things under control. The body (said to be an apparent casualty of a car accident) was on a chartered plane on its way to Australia, from where the friendly local security service would help ship it back to Israel. He lit a cigarette and said, "Did you ask them for money?" "Ask who?" "The British." I stared at him for a long minute. "No...
..., it never came up." "Well, next time you mustn't forget to bring up the money right at the beginning." "Why? We know that no one actually pays until the information is evaluated. I'm supposed to be a professional and know these things." "Still, you have to bring it up so that they don't think you're some conscientious volunteer. They need to think they have a hook in you so they can ask the...
... questions they want to ask, and not just sit there and listen to you. You see, if they think you're only ideological, how would they know if you have an agenda or not? You need to make them think it's the money, so they understand the reason for your coming to them." "I could probably get much more from the Syrians. Wouldn't that come up in their minds when they hear I only want money?" "There would be...
... doing it together. Why do you ask?" "There is the matter of the money. We need to discuss that before we go any further." "I can assure you that we'll be more than grateful for your help. The money will depend totally on the value of what you have to say to us." "Could you be more specific?" "I'm afraid not. You see, we're not the ones who make that decision. After all, we don't normally gather...
... know that if you could get me on a rack and beat the information out of me, you would. And apart from money, there is nothing I want from you. If you paid me now, I would leave and let you keep that neutrality you're talking about. So, where would you like to start?" "From the beginning, I suppose. What was your rank and position in the Mossad?' "My rank was colonel, but that was because I carried my...
... photos, I'll identify the men. What next?" "Why are you corning to us? Why not the Americans or the French? And if it's money you want, why not some Arab country? I mean, they'd probably pay you a bundle." "I don't like to deal with people when I'm on their soil; they have too much control. Besides, you're an ally, so in effect I'm not really betraying my country, I'm only selling you information I...
... and give you an address, how's that?" "Well, we will not be here tomorrow, but you can give it to our friend. He'll pass it on to us. In fact, he could be our bodel " We all laughed. I counted the money in the envelope outside the embassy building and realized how cheap the British were. Although eight hundred dollars was much more than I had at the moment, I knew I had handed them a golden pickax...
... see what would become of it. Chapter 19 Ephraim was supposed to have delivered money to me, but for some reason, he hadn't done so. Had this been a normal Mossad operation, he could have gotten as much money as he wanted from a bank sayans were used only in emergency situations. But this was not a normal operation, and so I'd have to wait for Ephraim to arrange things, or use whatever I could get...
... from the people I was supposedly working for. I couldn't help finding the situation somewhat ludicrous; here I was, interacting with the top brass of intelligence agencies of several countries simultaneously, and I didn't have enough money for a proper meal. Things would have to start to move fast, or I'd end up on the street before I knew it. According to my estimation, I could stretch my stay at...
... the hotel for a few more days and then that was it. I forced myself into a joyous mood and called Bella. She wanted to know what was going on, what I was doing, and what she was supposed to do for money. Ephraim had promised to arrange a check for her that would look as if it had been sent from me. I was to tell her that it was an advance for the security advising job I was doing for some company...
... decide?" "What can I tell you? I was always a sucker for a nice trip." "Does that mean yes?" "Yes, it does." "Great. Now I'll tell my people, and we will get back to you. Will you be at the same place as before?" "Yes, only I'm running out of money. If I don't make some very soon, I'll have to leave." "Where will you go?" That was one question I didn't want to hear. What it meant was that there was a...
... moment, but I will try to solve my financial problems as fast as I can." I could see that he didn't really understand what I meant. "I need to make some money to live on, and I can't work in the U.S., so I'll have to go to Canada and find something there." "Will you tell me where I can find you there, in case the answer we are waiting for is delayed?" "If you don't have one before I go, then just...
... trip to Jordan It was eleven forty-five. I was waiting in the hotel lobby. I'd made arrangements for the hotel to hold my room, and they'd prepared a bill. At twelve sharp, a limousine pulled up out front, and Zuhir's assistant, the tall slim man, walked in and greeted me. "Are you ready?" "Yes, but there is the matter of the hotel." "What is it?" "I have no money, and I have to hold the room until I...
... parts and weaponry were transferred directly from Israeli-leased ships to Danish ones in the Danish port. The local police authorities in the northern German state were well aware of the activity but had no qualms about it, as long as there were no terrorist activities in the area and the operation was pumping money into their personal pockets. Roily nodded his head. "Look over there." "Where?" I...
... the most vulnerable to detection." "So how is that done?" the heavy man asked, leaning forward, his face taking on a pinkish color. The man was hooked, I could feel it. I was about to tell him exactly how it could be done, but then I remembered what Ephraim had repeated again and again: You are there to make money, don't lose sight of that. "Well, I would really like to oblige you, but I seem to...
... we will renegotiate." "What is the lump sum?" the young man asked. "Twenty thousand U.S. Sort of pocket money." I knew I could ask for ten times that much, but I wanted to make things easy on them. "Then five thousand a month." "Will you stay here in Jordan?" "No, I'll go back in about a week, like we agreed before I came here, and I will do whatever we decide should be done." "If we agree, what...
... will you do in return for all that money? " Albert wanted me to get it; I could see it in his eyes. He was going to be my case officer, and this assignment was going to propel him to the top of his organization. He wanted me and was going to make sure he got me. "That will depend on what you want. I can help you install a system that will prevent anyone from recruiting your people and help you catch...
... Jordanian desk for a short while during my time in research, I didn't know much, if anything at all, about the Jordanian service. I was sorry about that now. "Twelve and a half thousand walking money," the heavy man said, his face frozen in a blank expression. The tattooed smile was gone. "Three thousand five hundred a month for six months, then we renegotiate. Take it or leave it. We will talk again...
... and did so, and are still doing so." Fadllal tapped the driver on the shoulder and pointed to a fork in the road, then said something to the man in Arabic. He turned to me. "We'll stop there for a coffee and then head back. I've seen enough; you could have sold me out ten times, and you didn't. I trust you. I need to see one of my people here and give him some money, I make this trip almost once a...
..., that I was on my way to Washington, and that I'd call her once I got back to the hotel. After I hung up, I could feel a surge of joy run through my whole body. I could have jumped up and kissed everyone present in the room, including Zuhir. By the time we reached Washington, it was after ten and I was famished. Zuhir had arranged to meet me the following day to bring me the money we'd agreed on, but...
... it turned out I'd have to wait one more day, since it was Memorial Day and all the banks were closed. It didn't matter to me that much; I had some money left from what Ephraim had finally sent me. Even so, I made an issue out of it to Zuhir, so that he wouldn't think that suddenly I had money when before I'd put on a show of being someone who didn't. I told Zuhir that I'd be changing hotels the...
... next morning, and that I'd call him the day after to tell him where I was so that he could have the money sent to me. We said goodbye on the plane, not wanting to walk out of the terminal together. I reached the hotel just before eleven and managed to buy a McDLT and a shake to go. I was so hungry I could have eaten the burger in the wrapping. After eating and taking a shower, I called Bella again...
... Mossad or, as he was told, for the security organization of Israel. At the time, Pollard was not getting any money for the work he was doing, since it is a clear Mossad policy not to pay Jewish helpers. That way it could never be said that what they're doing is for any reason other than love and concern for Israel. Uri had supplied the South Africans with photos (which the Mossad had received from the...
... there we sat facing each other. She wanted to know where I'd been and what was going on. I couldn't tell her. I had to keep her out of it, and so I told her that I'd visited Zaire and was a security adviser to some people from there. I told her I was going to get some money the following day, and then we'd leave for Canada. The next morning, I went downstairs to meet with Zuhir and get the money from...
... behind the purchase of newspapers in England. As an example, he gave the Eastern African, which was bought with Mossad money by an Israeli businessman. The purchase was made, he said, to assist the South African propaganda machine in making apartheid more palatable in the West. Suddenly, the sinister nature of what was being done with Maxwell became clear to me. In his zeal to cooperate with Israel...
..., and even though he was not an agent himself (as the British had made clear when I had spoken to them in Washington), Maxwell was a sayan on the grand scale. The Mossad was financing many of its operations in Europe from moneys stolen from the man's newspaper pension fund. They got their hands on the pension funds almost as soon as he'd made his purchases (initially with money lent to him by the...
... newspapers by lending him money and causing labor disputes and other problems, making the target purchases more vulnerable. Later, the tactics changed; they would target in advance a paper that he was to purchase and start it on a collision course with bankruptcy using all available strategies, starting with workforce agitation and ending with pull-back of funds from the paper through bankers and...
... nice hotel and give them some spending money." "What makes you think they'll talk?" "If you have them convinced that they're in the presence of Israelis, and from what I have seen you can do that, they'll not stop talking. You must remember, however, not to overdo it. If any of them want to leave at any time, you mustn't stop them. And, most important, you must not let them meet each other. Arrange...
... cash in Canadian currency. I declared it when I entered the United States and even filled out a special form, since I intended to stay in New York overnight. But after calling Bella on the phone, I decided not to stay in New York but to fly straight to Canada that day. I didn't declare that I was taking the money with me out of the country. I did, however, present it upon arrival in Canada. Several...
... fairly large sum of money I'd brought in but apparently, on paper, had not taken out, they were mainly worried that I was involved in drug dealing or something of that nature. I know today they believed me because I never saw or heard from them again. Shamir gives instructions to start a relationship with the KGB Ephraim was very disturbed when he heard about this incident and wanted me to cool it for...
..., Sharon and Leeorah. It was named Sharlee Creations and it was doing quite well. It wasn't turning a big profit, but it gave me something to do that I liked, we were living well from the money coming in from the Jordanians, and all my expenses were covered by Ephraim. All this money was entered into my company account; as far as Bella was concerned, it was money I received for shirt designs or for being...
... money he was transferring to the Mossad station in London. The man assured me that although he was not privy to that information, he had no doubt that it was taken care of. He was extremely anxious to hear what I had to say, or, as he put it, the cause for my alarm. This was slightly too hot a subject to handle in our present location, so I suggested that I drive the two of us to a hotel room I had...
... Iran-Iraq war, since there was money to be made. Because Iran and its Ayatollah Khomeini were not especially enthusiastic about dealing directly with Israel, which they vowed morning and night to destroy, the Germans were a natural go-between. The BND, which is the German federal intelligence agency, was the entity the Mossad chose for the job, even though the Mossad was keeping the local police...
... safe houses. From Hamburg, the trucks would head for an abandoned airfield some twenty minutes outside of Kiel, where an Iranian who'd studied in the United States and received a degree in aeronautical engineering would come from Kiel and inspect the shipment. Once the shipment was approved for delivery, half the money for the parts would be paid in cash at the field. The second payment would be made...
... would guarantee him a very lucrative return for that. Ran tried to tell Barschel that, after all, what he was alleged to have done was not such a big deal outside the realm of politics, and so he'd be far better off letting it go and taking the money. Ran surely used the regular phrase the Mossad so likes to use, that money was no object. Barschel was agitated. He insisted that Ran present him with...
... my arrival, the French had been more suspicious in dealing with the Mossad. I knew they weren't going to have a big showdown with the Mossad the way the British had, but that they'd clip the Mossad's wings in a much more subtle way. On my last day there, I remembered I had to talk about the money they were to pay me for my help. They promised to do something about it, and the following day, at the...
... airport, they gave me an envelope with three thousand American dollars. They also said that someone would be contacting me in a short while to see if I could do some odd jobs for them, and that he'd bring me the rest of what they felt they owed me. As Ephraim had instructed, after they'd given me the money, I immediately told them about the Mossad's involvement in the killing of a leader in the Pacific...
... investigate. If you want me to gather information that is available without breaking the law, I'll be more than happy to liberate you from as much money as I can. However, if you're talking about gathering political or military intelligence in North America, then forget it." He said that he didn't know but would get back to me in a few days. And he did. This time, we met in Ottawa. He brought with him some...
... privatize a small country as a model for the world (in other words, create a small political system in which there is no government ownership and see if that model can be extrapolated to a wider setting). A subsidiary goal was to make money in various ways. The French were very sensitive about this and preferred that someone not explicitly connected with French intelligence try to find out more. The first...
... Paris station. Michel told Farzad Bazoft that he would pay him handsomely and print his story if he'd join a group of journalists heading for Baghdad. The reason he gave for not going himself was that he'd been blacklisted in Iraq. He stressed that he was after a story that would be very big. He pointed out that Bazoft could use the money and the break, especially with his criminal background. Michel...
... that simple." I was stalling for time. "You know money is no object," Oren said. "We'll cover all the expenses plus any projected profits-you know that. " "I have to talk to some people. I need time." They glanced at each other. "Call me at the consulate in Toronto," Oren said. "I'll wait for your call there until tomorrow noon." "Okay." I started to close the door. They turned and headed back to...
... reimbursed by the Mossad, whose representative Oren Riff was still waiting for my call at the consulate in Toronto. Jack replied that publishing was not only a matter of money but also, for him, a matter of principle. He had no intention of backing down; the book was coming out, no matter what. Angel Guerra, Stoddart's chief of publicity, had already convened a small group of reporters from the major...
... came out later in the Israeli press that the head of the Mossad had requested that some action be taken to give him additional time to stop me. He admitted to a special committee of the Israeli parliament, the Knesset, formed to investigate my case that he'd sent people to Canada to try to persuade me not to publish and that money was also offered, but that I'd refused. He then decided to take other...
.... Maxwell was originally code-named "the Little Czech," and the sobriquet stuck. Only a handful of people in the Israeli intelligence community knew who the Little Czech was, yet he provided an unending supply of slush money for the organization whenever it ran low. For years, Maxwell would hit financial lows whenever the Mossad was in the midst of expensive operations that could not be funded...
... back his money, and the usual last-minute rescue of his financial empire was looking less and less feasible. For Maxwell, what was already bad was about to get worse. His call couldn't have been more poorly timed. Israel was participating in a peace negotiation process that the Mossad top clique believed would be detrimental to the country's security. At the same time, news was reaching the Office of...
..., where they were met by a confederate who'd already taken care of all the necessary equipment and other arrangements. At first, Maxwell was told that the meeting would take place in Madeira and that he'd receive as much money as he needed to calm the situation. Additional moneys would be advanced to him later. All this was to be kept completely quiet, since there was no point in providing more fodder...
... for his enemies, who would have liked nothing better than to show his direct connection to the Mossad. On November 2, the Mossad learned that Maxwell had called his son in England and scheduled a meeting with him on the island. Maxwell was told to cancel the meeting. He was also told that the meeting with the money people would now take place on the island of Tenerife. When he reached Santa Cruz on...
... bitch." I said and hung up. I was deeper in it than I cared to think. Ian Spiro was a sayan who'd worked with the Mossad for many years. He was a very helpful contact to have, since he dealt on numerous occasions with various Lebanese factions. He was a British citizen living in the United States. His contact with the Iranians and the Shi'ites in Lebanon made him a lot of money over the years. But...
... he'd taken one cut too many. The Mossad had given him several million dollars to pay off some Lebanese family who could in turn bring about the release of captured Israeli airman, Ron Arad. As a result of Spiro's involvement with the Iran-Contra affair, the Lebanese were not willing to deal with him anymore. But he held on to the money. When the Kidon team came to his house November 7, 1992, to get...
... the money back, something went wrong, and his wife and three children were killed. He was taken to the desert, where the team forced him to reveal where he'd stashed the money, after he first tried to claim he'd given it to the Lebanese. He was then fed some poison that he happened to have with him. The poison was a substance used to check the purity of gold he'd been interested in mining. At that...
... the village were going, and he started telling them, "I would like to come." But they said, "You don't have any money." So he collected money from every house. But by the time he had collected money, the other pilgrims had already left. So alone, he started his journey. Just outside the village, underneath a tree was sitting a man who was going to become his master -- Junnaid...
.... And he said to the young man, "Where are you going?" al-Hillaj said, "I am going to Kaaba. All the pilgrims from my village have already left." Junnaid said, "Come here!" The voice of Junnaid was such ... his eyes were such that al- Hillaj could not say no. He said, "Give me the money! There is no need to go anywhere. I am the Kaaba and I have come to your village...
... just for you. You can make seven rounds of me, just as the other pilgrims will be making seven rounds of Kaaba. That is a stone -- I am a living human being." al-Hillaj was so magnetically drawn to the man that he gave all his money to him, and made seven rounds. And Junnaid said, "Now you can go to your village. And I will be leaving tomorrow morning, so if you want to come with me, you...
... can come." He went to the village. The villagers asked, "What happened? You had gone to Kaaba" -- it used to take three months walking to Kaaba, and three months to come back -- "and you are back just within half an hour! Where is the money?" al-Hillaj said, "What to do? I met Kaaba just outside the village. He was sitting under a tree." They said, "You idiot...
...! You have given the money to THAT Kaaba?" He said, "He asked, and he told me to make seven rounds around him. So I made seven rounds and I am feeling so fulfilled, and so dignified that Kaaba himself has come." They said, "You come with us. We want to see who this man is who has cheated you. You are a simpleton! How can Kaaba come here, and for you?" He said, "You can...
... night now -- and they could feel as they started coming closer to him, that he was in deep silence with closed eyes. The light was radiating, and al-Hillaj was not wrong, there was an immense attraction, the man had charisma. They all went around him and Junnaid opened his eyes and said, "First put the money! I have traveled to your village and you are doing your haj without paying the money...
.... Bring the money first!" al-Hillaj said, "Now you know that he is not an ordinary Kaaba, he speaks too!" And the whole village, whatsoever they could bring, brought and gave to him. Junnaid allowed them to make a round, and the day after, he left with al-Hillaj. The whole village had come to send them off. They thought, "This al-Hillaj, although he was an orphan, proved to be more...
... time for Sardar Gurudayal Singh. Put on the light! Old Miss Crumbum, the Jehovah's Witness, is going round from door to door collecting money to send missionaries abroad. She knocks on the door of Hamish MacTavish, the Scotsman, and when Hamish opens the door she starts her speech. "Praise the Lord, good sir!" intones Miss Crumbum. "We are planning to send twenty Witnesses of Jehovah...
... Goggle. "And their answer is ... their answer is ..." And the old fortune teller rubs her thumb and forefinger together under the old Greek woman's nose. "Oh, yes!" cries old Mrs. Lilypopolis, fumbling in her purse and bringing out a handful of money. She puts it on the table and then Madam Goggle continues. "Well, there is some good news and some bad news. First the good news...