[Alternative titles welcome. "Da Lavender Code" is an obvious one. This is the first instalment of the first chapter of my attempt to out-hector Hector. If the first one is received well, this is the entire structure, as I perceive it now:
Chapter 1: Red (An American in Paris, 1910)
Chapter 2: Black (Hercule Poirot visits America, and Spain thereafter, 1935)
Chapter 3: White (Not completely lost in Paris and London, 1958)
Chapter 4: Yellow (Ursula Undress leaves Moldova, 1985)
Chapter 5: Blue (EF Lavender goes forth and over the top, 2010)
The heroes of chapter 1 and 4 are obvious, number two should feature Jean-Emile Coryn, number three John Owczarek (basically fictional) and five must remain secret.]

The young American was still fresh from the train that got him from Le Havre to Paris. As his parents had predicted, he had immediately made for the Eiffel Tower and was now waiting in a throng of foreigners, most of them speaking English, but not with a Kansas or Texas accent. Florists were accosting the tourists, trying to sell them flowers to put in their lapels so that a nice picture could be taken at the top. One florist caught Dwight’s eye. The little boy could not be more than two, and was selling red roses from a box marked “Supportez la neutralité de la Belgique. Un franc pour une rose, un sou pour une petite armée et la paix en Europe.” Nice idea, he thought and he bought a red rose. Stooping a bit, he could not help but notice the nice medallion the boy was wearing. A florist who looked like the boy’s father, came up and said in bad English “His grandfather’s medallion. Got it for saving three people from drowning when he was 15. From Leopold the First. We’re from Ghent, Gand, sir, if you ever visit - remember to go and see our Mystic Lamb. En avant, Jean-Emile, plenty more Yanks and Limes to sell our roses to.”
Now he was at the top, with that red rose – his father had told him you never know whom you will meet at the top of the Eiffel Tower. The bearded old French guy, at least 50 he must have been, who was also wearing one, approached him calmly. They both looked at Montmartre.
“Un jour, une socialiste chantera une chanson sur…”
Looking at the antlike crowd under him, the young American got inspired and without really thinking continued in his best French: “un million de roses rouges.”

(see note)

“The password. Finally, after all these years, my life will not be in vain. Jean Jaurès is my name.” the Frenchman replied, offering a handshake. The American took it and gave his own name: “Dwight Eisenhower. No idea what you mean by passport, er password, however.”
“Now THAT was the real password. Come and sit over there. I will give you the papers for your mission.”
Dwight (after leafing through the documents): “I can understand these certificates as a quid pro quo, but what are these meetings and funny activities supposed to achieve?”
Jean: ”Do not get me wrong. I really am a pacifist, and unlike my German brethren, I will never vote for war credits in parliament. My politics are not dependent on opinion polls. I hate war. If there is to be war, we must make sure that no country wins decisively. They say no modern war can last longer than three months. Home by Christmas. They are wrong: no capitalist country will be able to survive three months of war. This will be no war to stop all wars - this war and the next will make Europe safe for socialism. That has been the Plan since the Illuminated Ones dropped that short Vatellite in 1814.”
Dwight: “1814? Interesting – so what is my visit to Russia supposed to achieve?”
Jean: If all goes to Plan, and the Order of the Templars does not intervene – you will not have to go to Leningrad to see the Tsar. (noticing Dwight’s bewilderment). I mean Petrograd, of course, sorry, St Petersburg. Stupid, this European custom of renaming cities to put in the name of the new ruler. Istanbul in Turkey, Kaliningrad in Germany, Obama in Japan…”
Dwight:“Why do you, or the Illuminated Ones, need me to do this?”
Jean: “Because at this moment in time and space, Paris, July 31st, 1910 - you are the only man who can do this. Since a dragged out war, apart from making Europe socialist, will make the United States into the mightiest country on earth and the 20th century into the American century, only a Yank can be trusted to perform this mission. Of course, one hundred years from now, everything will be explained and a book will probably be written about it, but things will be much clearer to you in four years’ time, I promise.”
Dwight: “I will hold you on that one. Expect me to contact you then with every question I will still have exactly four years from now!”
Jean: ”Agreed. But remember the time difference between West Point and Paris. I will be having supper in Montmartre street, and will not be able to answer after half past nine.”
Dwight:”How am I supposed to get to Germany from Belgium, with a French stamp in my passport and then go to the UK?”
Jean:”You mean you do not have a Schengen visa? Oh, of course, they do not exist yet. They are part of the plan. 1980s stuff. No worries, go to the Kursal at Ostend in Belgium and the British nobleman mentioned will introduce you to the one who will help you out.”
Dwight:”Sir Oswald Mosley, I see. Will be there with his talented 14-year old son. Evening of August 2nd. I will have to hurry. Too bad for all those French towns I wanted to visit.”
Jean:”You will have plenty of time at the end of August. I suggest going to Le Havre and renting a bike. Go and see the beaches of Normandy. Visit the churches of Caen. Very instructive. Think Overlord.”
Dwight:”Overland?”
Jean:”No land, the Channel Tunnel does not exist yet. Haven’t you read Shakespeare? Normandy is where the Brits always invade France. (noticing Dwight wants to leave) If you wonder what to do tonight, there is a bal populaire at the Can of Beer in Place de Grève. We socialists still call it la Grève, but that fat Vatellite renamed it Place de l’Hotel de Ville.

Dwight now hurried to the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs, where he presented himself as Henry Alibert Sanford. In return for five birth certificates and five certified oaths he received the French passports of President William Taft, ex-president Theodore Roosevelt and three people he had never heard of before: Franklin Delano Roosevelt (Dwight wondered about that name), Harry Sergey Truman and Lyndon Baines Johnson.
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Leaving the passports and the remaining documents he had got from Jaurès at his hotel, he went to the Grève and there met a girl called Germaine Roger. After dancing some Argentinean tangos, she asked how he was so good at it and he explained he was Henry Alibert Sanford, governor of South Carolina. Impressed, the girl invited him to her apartment. Unfortunately for “Germaine” and “Alibert” a hidden camera at the Can of Beer recorded their leaving together for posterity:

After some Argentinean après-tango, Germaine told Dwight that she was really Dutch, and her real name was Margaret MacLeod. She boasted she was well-known all over Europe and had danced tangos with many a German Prince but also with a young and very tall French student at the St Cyr military academy, for whom she had invented the nickname “Cyrano” and who, she claimed, had a funny idea about winning the coming Great War with Germany.
“He wants to put soldiers into moving water tanks and so avoid the deadly fire from the trenches. Of course, he is a fool. At St Cyr they all treat him as an idiot savant.”
Dwight was not so sure. On his train trip to Belgium, he had ample time to think it over. The Civil War had proven how on land, the defense was always at an advantage because of the deadly spread of artillery fire. On sea, however, the attacking force could hide behind ironclad walls. What is wrong with transferring that to land attack? The more he thought about it, the clearer it became to Dwight that water tanks were not a bad idea. And the more he thought that Margaret MacLeod was a security risk.

Arriving in Ostend from Lille (according to Margaret, the birth place of the water tank officer), Dwight took the tram to the Kursal. It was the evening of the second of August and young Mosley was waiting for him. “Papa, Bill and Nicky are at the baccarat table. One hint: do not discuss socialism today.”
Dwight knew Bill was Kaiser Wilhelm, his second sovereign next to Taft. Nicky was the Tsar. Having read the documents Jaurès had given him, Dwight knew he had to discuss socialism without Nicholas being present. However, he did not like the idea of a 14-year old boy telling him so. There was something odd about that boy. He must not ruin the Plan. Had he been recruited by the Templars? Or, more innocently, was the Priory of Sion spying on us?
The Tsar was tired already. He was not accustomed to having a busy boy like Mosley Jr around him when playing cards – his own son always had to be very quiet. Before Dwight entered the room, Nicky took him apart outside: “I hope you will never forget you are an American.” Dwight replied “No worries, Your Highness. Never forget we promised you Constantinople if you continue the war on our side until victory.” The Tsar yawned “Of course, I will not forget. But what are you going to tell those poor Australians dying on Turkish shores to give us Constantinople?”
After telling a Dutch journalist there would never be a war as long as Germans and Russians can play cards or chess together at the Ostend Kursal, the Tsar left for his hotel, leaving Dwight outside the room where Sir Oswald and Bill were still playing.

For a short, but pregnant while, Dwight reflected on how many innocent people would have to die for the Plan to succeed. What about EF Lavender, the Australian who had supposedly forged all those certifications he needed for the passports – would he die too? Or lose a son at a place never heard of, in an event you’ll never forget? He entered the room. Kaiser Bill recognized him and shouted:
“And there he is, Sir Oswald, our famous agent H21.”
Dwight (undisturbed): “I have the documents.”
Bill:”And we know you have them. The photocopies arrived here before you.”
Dwight: (confused) ”I did not take any photocopies. And I took the first train here.”
Bill:”The first train the next morning, young one. These copies started their voyage while you were sleeping près de la Grève. Souvenez-vous, des voix de rêve chantaient ...?
Dwight: (singing along) ”… pour nous. Minute brève du cher passé, pas encore effacé. I am impressed.”
Bill: ”And I see you know your Shakespeare.”
Sir Oswald: “Bill has no use for these passports, or even for the photocopies. I will later tell you what to do with them. I will now leave, since you both have some important business to discuss.”
Dwight:”Do not forget to take your son along.”
Reluctantly, Oswald Mosley II also left the room.
Bill:”So what else did you find out?”
Dwight:”Three things. One: the British Army can only invade France through Normandy.”
Bill (unimpressed): “The British will be France’s allies in this war and the next. No need to invade France for the next 200 years. You read too much Shakespeare. Part of Flanders is now French territory and there is ...”
Dwight: “... still no Channel tunnel between France and the UK. Point two: some French would-be general wants to use tanks to stop trench warfare.”
Bill: “Come on, David. We know that, of course.”
Dwight:”Oh, yes, agent H22.”

...

Bill:”Yes, and now – do you have anything justifying me helping you to visit your ancestral home?”
Dwight: “Lenin. Vladimir Ulyanov. He is in Paris now. You know that of course. Agent H22. What you do not know is that he is preparing to go to Switzerland. When the war starts, he will be in Switzerland. According to the Schlieffen plan, you are not invading Switzerland. By the way, with Agent H22 being Dutch, and the Netherlands being a safe place for import and export, I think the Schlieffen plan should be changed to leave the Dutch out as well.”
Bill: “Point taken. But did you just say ‘Goodbye, Lenin’?”
Dwight:”No, the British and French have persuaded Taft and Teddy to give Constantinople to the Russians after the war. Provided no Americans will die because of that promise.”
Bill:”Too bad for the Australians then. What about Lenin?”
Dwight:”Imagine a democratic revolution in Russia caused by famine and a war going badly.”
Bill:”Why imagine? It happened in 1905 with Japan.”
Dwight:”Your Highness, I know the Russians.”
Bill: “Do not tell me you can see Russia from the window of your farm in Kansas?”
Dwight: “Only a million of red roses. Any Russian democrat seeking peace with Germany, will earn the instant hate of the Russian people if it means giving up Constantinople. Not Lenin. He will want peace at any cost to complete the revolution and destroy the Orthodox religion.“
Bill:”But if the Entente offers to rename it Leningrad? Takes care of the religious argument.”
Dwight:”I think Lenin would never want a town named after him. He’s not that kind of man. In any case this is the Plan: when Russia falls to democracy, you should give Lenin free passage to Russia.”
Bill:”David, you are a genius. I will not forget that. And don’t you worry, I will get you a German passport to visit Germany. There will be a little assignment attached to it. But in what name do you want the passport? David Eisenhauer? Henry Alibert Sanford?”
Dwight: “Very funny. If possible, Dwight Eisenhower, please. We do not want any racist Saarland policeman to think I am Jewish, right?”

Having bowed to the Kaiser, he opened the door of the room and almost bumped it into Oswald Mosley II’s face. Closing the door on Kaiser Bill, he looked at the boy. He had recovered and very sure of himself told Dwight:
“I know what you are thinking, young one. What a circus. What is in this for me?”
Dwight:”You are right, actually, very young one. Do you have any idea?”
Oswald:”Think. What are the requirements to be President of the United States?”
Dwight:”Being at least 35 years old and having 14 years’ residence. And, yes, being a natural-born citizen.”
Oswald:”Which means that you …”
Dwight:” … cannot be president of the United States because I was born a dual citizen.”
Oswald:”Now think again. You will become an officer in the US Army – under Prussian law, any German who becomes a civil servant of a foreign country loses German nationality.”
Dwight:”I see, and I now have irrefutable evidence that I would not be the first President who was ever a dual citizen. Wait a minute, with this evidence even Jews can become President!”
Oswald: “Do not forget the blacks, or negroes as you still call them. All this will have to happen to produce a black President.”

Dwight remained silent, but had noticed somehow that Oswald Jr obviously did not like the idea of Jews or blacks becoming President. He decided he had to tell the Planners that this boy was not to be trusted. Dwight was convinced that nobody called Oswald was to be trusted. Whether Templar or Priory. So, when Oswald Sr told him to hide the passports and the statement by EF Lavender (certifying on oath that he had forged the birth certificate of Harry Sergey Truman) in a church in Caen until they would be needed to prove the eligibility of a black president with a Japanese name, Dwight knew he would hide them somewhere else.
Dwight arrived at Welkenraedt, the last train station before the Belgian-German border on the evening of the 3rd. He did not cross the border into Eupen that night, but went to sit in a seat and covered himself with a quilt his mother had made. Luckily, the night was not too cold. His assignment the next day was to make a note of all movements of border patrol and freight around the station, to ensure that on the same August 4th four years later, the German army would be able to invade through this very village without any military problem or traffic jam.
Not much happened during Eisenhower ’s trip through Germany. He visited his home village of Karlsbrunn, met his relatives and country men, barely avoided a duel at Heidelberg, recognized Margaret MacLeod in a Berlin cabaret holding hands with a German general, lost a lot of money playing skat at a Hamburg bar called The Western Drum (not being accustomed to a German deck) and then got onto a boat from Hamburg to Rotterdam.
Ten minutes before departure, however, the crew started to shout over all decks a request for Henry Alibert Sanford of South Carolina to return to customs urgently. Since he clearly was the only American aboard, everybody looked at Dwight suspiciously, but he defended his staying put: “Meine Name ist (looking at his passport which said Herr Dwight David Eisenhower) Hare, ich weiß von nichts.”

From Rotterdam, Dwight took the mail boat to Dover. On the train to London, he met Isaac Foot, liberal MP and one of his Plan contacts. He told Mr. Foot about his apprehensions on Jean Jaurès (politically reliable, but talks too much and knows too much), Margaret MacLeod (probably works for the French AND the Germans) and of course, Oswald Mosley II.
Isaac reminded Dwight of his last two assignments: get Woodrow Wilson’s British passport at the Foreign Office and pay a visit to Herbert Hoover.

Isaac: “You do remember when Mr. Hoover will be out on Wednesday?”
Dwight: “From three o’clock to half past four. To buy a new Latin dictionary.”

There was no rail strike on that Tuesday, so Dwight just managed to collect the passport. The next day, he went to Herbert Hoover’s place at five past three. The butler opened and told him he had just missed the master of the house and it would be better to come back later. Dwight persuaded the butler to let him in, as his hotel was very far. Having been let into the saloon, Dwight immediately took the phone and called the Telephone Directory service.
Dwight:”Good afternoon. This is Mr. Herbert Hoover speaking. I have just noticed that my name is missing from the 1909 directory. This is downright silly. I am an important business man and the head of a number of charities.”
Operator:”Yes, Mister Herbert. I am sorry, Mister Hoover. Looking at your file, it seems someone here must have thought you or your wife told our service NOT to list you. It says here as reason for unlisting “illegibility” . Perhaps they could not read your letter for some reason. I will change that now. Anything else? Do I send a confirmation notice?”
Dwight: “No, thanks. And thank you for helping so promptly. Thank you very much. Goodbye.”
Dwight laid down the receiver, told the butler he had changed his mind and went to Victoria Station to buy a ticket to Ostend on the next train and mail boat. Instead of biking along the Normandy coast he had decided to visit Bruges and Ghent instead. Caen or Gand, whatever.

During his visit of the Mystic Lamb in Ghent, Dwight managed to be alone in the crypt with the altarpiece for five minutes. The same spontaneous inspiration that had suggested “a million red roses” when meeting Jean Jaurès, now told him to hide the six passports and the Lavender affidavit in the back cover of the lower left panel called the Just Judges. The “Just Judges” sounded like an appropriate place to hide documents that would never be seen again, except by the Supreme Court.
He sent a telegram to Isaac Foot that should the altarpiece be in danger of falling into the hands of Emperor-less Germans, the Just Judges panel had to be removed at once.
He still had two days to get to Le Havre and take the boat back home. He only just managed it.


Four years later. July 31st. The Titanic had sunk, Australia again had a socialist government but now under Labor instead of Labour, and the Austrian Crown Prince was dead. Waiting at Welkenraedt had taught Dwight Eisenhower the importance of railway timetables for military mobilization. Not so long ago, the five states now standing on the brink had believed that the faster a country could get their men to the front, the slower the other guy would be at having a look at his own railway timetable – basically not daring to mobilize. There was a tiny flaw in the plan. It was bollocks.
Suddenly it dawned on Dwight Eisenhower that it must now be eight pm in Paris. Four years to the day since he had talked to that bearded chap. This was the day when Jaurès ate at the Crescent restaurant in Montmartre street.
He decided to send a telegram. Something that had always bothered him. “Why socialist woman needs million red roses?” Jean had said “UNE socialiste”. He phoned the telegraph service.
At half past nine, Jaurès got the cable. He decided the answer (Pugachova sang during the prohibition period and the roses were not really meant for an actress like H22, but for gentlemen who had become gentle men again) was too complicated to be sent by cable. If he kept it short, with this prohibition thing, Dwight might think the USA was meant! He’ll write a letter tomorrow. Too bad there was no way to telephone America yet.
Dwight never received an answer. The next day and evening , there were other items on the radio news.

[Here endeth the first lesson. ]

I had suspected this of Eisenhower but had not until now seen the beginnings of the whole story. What should we have expected of a dual citizen? Telling all of this story in the detail with which you have begun will be challenging. I had thought that only two people in the world today knew that the secret password was “un million de roses rouges,” with Lady Gaga being the other one. Your sources are excellent.

Richard Cloward has not yet entered the story, for the dubious reason that he has not yet been officially born, but his role will have to be emphasized. It was he who negotiated the Great Bitter Lake Plan of February 14, 1945, under which FDR ceded the sovereignty of the United States to the protection of the Saudi monarchy, obtaining a guarantee of perpetual immunity to the right-wing forces that had swept Europe. We see the effects of that agreement to this very day, with a Saudi prince now being the largest minority shareholder of the faux right-wing FauxNews.

It will take some effort to detail Cloward's secret plan to sow anomie among the American people, preparing the way for the Great Usurpation by the Bush Family. The role of Saul Alinsky, who masqueraded as Frances Fox Piven, will have to be dug out of the most secret archives, which are located under Dulce, New Mexico.

As always, you'll be able to rely upon Sorcha Faal and the Sisters for deep research and superb insights into the workings of the Illuminati/Jesuit/Masonic cabal, although Faal will not speak of the background dealings of the Society of The Cincinnati and the many presidents that it has fostered. Only European sources can be trusted on this latter matter.

My excellent source is of course Robert Welch, an outstanding gentleman. When leafing through "Conspiracy theories in American history: an encyclopedia, Volume 1" (with Google) I discovered on page 822 that Welch had claimed communism as an Illuminati invention. To be fair, I had already written the outline of this first chapter, when I found that. But Ike as an agent of socialism is derived from Welch.



I will try to get another Anerican actor in. Richard Cloward sounds like a good candidate. As it is now, there’s only Ike besides a relatively unknown Belgian, a Pole, a Moldovan Russian and an Australian.
The big problem is of course that with a subject like this there is too much talk and little action in the story. And not enough happening in the States. Though the next chapter will reveal the three keys of the novel, most of the action happens in America.
Of course, Lady Gaga simply had to be in the first paragraph. And singing in Russian.



Oops – and here am I trying to prove that the European record has been tampered with.

The role of Richard Cloward is in Sorcha Faal's version of history (cited). The role of the Society of the Cincinnati is in the other cited source. I think the only thing that I made up by myself is that Saul Alinsky masqueraded as Frances Fox Piven. The depth and complexity of extant conspiracy theories is amazing. Some of them are chock full of hatred.

Orly needs to get her xperts onto the hidden symbolism in the new German ID card. According to the informants of Henry Makow's blog, it is chock full of Satanic, Nazi, and Illuminati symbolism. Here is the Wikipedia image of the card:



Here is the claim. I cannot see what they see. Baphomet does not jump out at me, and the German Eagle has more than three feathers on each side. This lunacy may be another example of why one should not analyze images of images posted on the Web. Or maybe Ducky (an old PJ thread) is deliberately hiding this from me.

Satanic & Nazi Symbols on New German ID Card

There is a name for this phenomenon: pareidolia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pareidolia

The brain is pattern seeking and is always trying to find order in random information or stimuli. It's why you get so tired when you read nonsensical ramblings of conspiracy theorists.

A related phenomenon is apophenia. Everybody does it, but now you know what to call it.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apophenia

188 days is the secret pattern of the Reptilian Illuminati. "Reptilian Illuminati Cabal Will Destroy Los Angeles March 22, 2012". This is 188 days after the Fiji earthquake at 7.3, which was 188 days after the Japan earthquake at 9.0, which was 188 days after the Christchurch earthquake at 7.1, which was .....

The cause of the destruction of Los Angeles will be a 9.2 earthquake, which will be triggered by nuclear submarines already stationed off the West Coast.

All White Hats are asked to do their utmost to prevent this. If it does not happen, we will have the White Hats to thank.