I sat on the boulder amidst a vast, green, mountain gorge, and felt faint. The adobe house, roofed with rusted corrugated tin, faded in and out of my vision. My head felt light, disconnected, and warm. A tingling sensation crept across my scalp, and slowly, the scene began to white out. Immediately, I shook my head, and grabbed the boulder, as I cleared my mind and remembered that I was 12,464 feet above sea level.
That morning, I left San Mateo, a small town set high in the Andean Cordillera of Peru, determined to conquer the biggest fear of my journey. My challenge was the half kilometer long tunnel inside the mountains on the way to Chicla. But I finished that challenge, faced my fears, and relearned how capable I was in dealing with difficult situations. It didn’t come without a price, because as I gripped the rock, I fainted from overexertion, and the extreme altitude.
The route from Lima to Huancayo is the most difficult part of my 6 month journey to Brazil. There are several perils I have to face in the Peruvian section. First, and practically omni-present are the reckless peruvian drivers. With little to no shoulders on the roads, they were a constant threat. 2nd was the large drops on the side of the road; some were over 1640 feet. 3rd was the climb, from sea level to 4800 meters (15748 feet) in altitude.
At such a high elevation, I’d have to contend with the danger of high altitude sickness, locally known as soroche. The last and most dangerous challenges were the long tunnels. These tunnels were high in elevation, unlit, and narrow. Mixed with carbon monoxide poisoning, crazy drivers, a steep incline, pitch black, and soroche, created a death trap for an unprepared cyclist.
I wasn’t unprepared. Assessing a challenge, determining the level of risk, and reducing it to a manageable level is my specialty. The first step was to locate the tunnels, and plan a rest stop for the night before. I didn’t want to get nailed with soroche while cycling through the tunnel. This gave me time to recover and adapt my body to the high altitude. The biggest tunnel was located 3600 meters (11811 feet) above sea level.
The mobile threats were the omnibus drivers, who drove giant 6 or 10 wheeled, double deck buses. They were fast, reckless, and often drunk. So, the 2nd step was to leave early in the morning, thus avoiding the bulk of the traffic. Finally, I was equipped with standard lights, front and back, and I cycled as close to the edge as possible. These actions dropped my risk level to a point where I felt confident that I’d survive.
Still, it wasn’t a cakewalk. There were 4 tunnels; the last two were the shortest, and the first, the longest, was the worst. That morning I left San Mateo feeling prepared. I cycled for three days before, and each day I managed to make 25 kilometers (15.5 miles) of progress due to the steep incline. That day, I expected the same amount of progress.
After a half hour of cycling, the incline increased, so it became prudent to get off and push. Mile after mile I pushed my 110 pound bicycle, until I finally came to the big, dark, gaping maw of El Tunel Cacray. It was 9 AM, and the chirping of the birds barely hid the foreboding feelings of the area. The morning mist rolled up the sides of the mountain, and moistened my face as I looked into the horizontal abyss. ..
“This is it.” I turned on my camcorder light, my mounted flashlight, and my red blinker in the back. With a deep breath, I rolled in. Within the mouth, the darkness closed in like a jaw slammed shut. I didn’t even look back, because if I did, I’d chicken out and I’d never get through. I had to move forward. Not once in my life have I ever felt trapped in a tight space, but the moment the pitch dark enveloped me, everything inside began to scream.
The only light was the dim, barely perceptible beams from both the camcorder and my flashlight. The flashlight began to flicker, and then dim. Dammit! That was a new light with new batteries! I cursed as I pedalled harder, and the tunnel nullified my senses. Suddenly, a bright flash reflected off my glasses, and a truck engine roared by me, as its red lights cast a beacon. As I followed it, I was blinded by the high beams of a speeding car. My survival instincts kicked in, and I swerved to the side as I pedalled harder through the inky depth. Soon, it was quiet, and the sound of my breathing, the grinding gears, and wheels echoed inside the tunnel.
I felt a creeping sense of despair at the length and depth of my dark isolation. My knees cried in pain, and I felt a bite on the side of them. My spin cadence was too high, and my knees paid for it. I thought I went in circles in the night, without stars or a moon to guide me. I kept moving. To the stop the fear, I thought of the rewards in store for me once I got through: sunlight, fresh air, green grass, flowers, rain, water, and food. I kept thinking about food, since it’d been days since I had a decent meal.
After an eternity, I saw a bright dot ahead of me. Was it a star? I couldn’t tell. I kept moving towards it. It grew larger, and the light began to flood my vision. Like a moth to the light, I ignored the growing light headedness and cycled harder. The tunnel was on an incline, and the pain in my knees indicated the strain they were taking. But the light grew, as well as the strange buzzing inside my head. Finally, I was blinded as I felt the sun’s warmth on my back.
But I didn’t stop there. My body was on autopilot, and I charged up the mountain until I collapsed in a parking lot near the mouth of the exit. I looked at my watch as I lay there, and noted that it took 15 minutes to get through. 15 minutes felt like forever. An elderly man came over, looked at me, and asked me a question.
Don’t you care if you die?
Because I’m doing my dream. If I die while doing what I love, I’ll die happy. I don’t want to die without doing my dream. I want to see the world.
What about your family?
I love my family, and I hope they’d understand that I have to do what makes me whole.
The old man grunted, and stared at me. I fumbled with the camcorder, and cursed when I discovered it was off. It was a good conversation, and I lost my chance to record it. “Crap”, I mumbled.
I sat up, and asked the man if there were any more tunnels. He said there were two, but they were smaller than Cacray. The two tunnels weren’t long, and I cleared each one in under a minute. They still took a toll on my body. I had to climb another 300 meters (984 feet) to get to them, and the rapid elevation change made the buzzing worse. When I finished the last two tunnels, I stopped on a grassy area with a boulder to rest.
So there I was, fainting on the boulder, staring at a crudely built adobe house, and trying to keep my spinning head from getting worse. “This isn’t right,” I thought, “my body should be adapted by now.” Unfortunately, the 984 feet was enough to put my body into chaos. My heart beat rapidly, as I forced my lungs to pull in more air. It wasn’t enough, and I realized to push further was reckless.
I had to find a place to sleep, and I needed time to adapt. Small mistakes compounded into life threatening errors at such a high elevation. Unfortunately, I was several kilometers from the next town, so I took a few deep breaths, picked up my bike, and pushed up the road. As I pushed, I knew that each meter in ascent meant I was at risk for acute altitude sickness.
Finally, I made it to the village of Chicla, and there were no empty hostels. The only ones available were in Casapalca, a mining colony, which was higher at 4000 meters (15360 feet). As I pushed up the mountain, an imaginary vise grip progressively squeezed my temples.
When I got to Casapalca, I checked into a dirty hostel, which had no hot water, and collapsed into the bed. An excruciating pain kept me from sleeping. It felt like I had a hangover multiplied by 10. I rolled over in bed moaning, and my attempts to sleep were interrupted with the sound of my heart roaring in my ears. Nausea rocked my stomach, and I wanted to vomit.
Finally, I got up, and went next door to a café where I drank coca tea, known as maté de coca. Made from an infusion of hot water and coca leaves, the primary source of cocaine, the locals used it to combat altitude sickness. Two cups later, I felt better enough to sleep, but it wasn’t enough. I awoke in the middle of the night with a grinding pain against my temples, until I finally listed into a deep slumber.
I got up the next morning, and grabbed my head. The pain was gone! My body adapted faster than I thought, and I checked my heart rate. It was rapid, but not as fast as the night before. As I bathed myself with a pot of boiled water, I thought about the challenge that I’d face for the day.
This was the last obstacle before I entered the altiplano. It was the high mountain pass through Ticlio, and consisted of an ascent of 4800 meters (15744 feet). Was I adapted enough, or would I succumb to soroche? I had another 2624 feet to climb, and I knew what I had to do. Due to the risk of altitude sickness, I’d take my time pushing my bike up the winding series of roads that made up the Ticlio pass. But there was a new factor, and as I made my way up the road, an abrupt, explosion warned me of yet another risk.
At the sound of the loud “thump”, I looked up to see a landslide of several tons of dirt fall off the side of the mountain onto the road. The traffic slowed as several 18 wheelers gingerly made their way down the road. I chose to take a rest, and rethink my strategy. What would I do now? In addition to altitude sickness, I had to deal with land slides! As I stood on the corner of the curve, a solution came right up to me.
- Hey buddy, you need a lift? asked a mountain highway patrolman.
- A lift?
- Yes. Given the conditions, I don’t think it’s safe for you to go up pushing your bike. How’s your head? Did you deal with soroche yet?
- I got nailed last night in Casapalca. It hurt like hell.
- It’ll get worse for you going up to Ticlio. Put your bike in the patrol truck, and we’ll drop you off a little bit below the peak.
I thought about his offer, and weighed the risks of continuing up on foot to the Ticlia pass. A line of traffic wound around the mountain side, and I wasn’t the only one affected by soroche. He was right, so we put my bike in his patrol truck, and drove up to the Ticlio pass.
They dropped me off beyond the summit, and my head started to squeeze again. The sickness came back with a vengeance, so I quickly descended down the road to La´Oroya. It was a drop of almost 1200 meters, with 60 kilometers (35 miles) of pure downhill.
I cruised down at an average of 35 miles per hour, grinned at the exhilaration of the ride, and felt relief that there were no more ascents. I finally made it to the altiplano, and the worst of my 4000 mile journey was over. On the way down, I realized that in tackling the challenges, not only did I have to face my fears, trust, and have faith in my abilities, but I also learned to endure. Whether it was altitude sickness, the pain in my legs, or the sudden surprises, somehow, a solution appeared. It didn’t matter if I came up with it or if someone else did. All I had to do was trust and flow with it. I got to La’Oroya safely, and prepared for the trip to Huancayo. My adventure through South America was just getting started.
And, you can live vicariously through the author’s documentary shorts! Enjoy!
Wednesday’s World Bankster Roundup, issue #2, May 21, 2013
This week’s issue:
Is there really a New World Order Cabal
The Global Board: Choose Your Stratagem
Alright folks, welcome to the World Bankster Roundup. Now, some of you who’ve been to my site have read my newsletter in the past year detailing the world derivatives bubble, the bankster cabal, Illuminati, and the New World Order, as well as their opponents in the global revolt, who happen to be the BRICS nations, ASEAN, African Union, and the Southern Cone countries. Since I’ve reformatted my website to be a blogsite, I’m continuing the issuance of that newsletter, but in blog format.
Since many who visit the site are also not familiar with the newsletter, I’m going to have to start from the beginning again, to lay down the basic ground work, facts, and references that you the reader can use, with regards to getting a better understanding as to how our world truly works.
The next section of the blogletter will detail the current events that play into the Global Cabal’s strategy’s, and the Alliance of the Rest’s counters. Now, I know the cabal really likes the attrition based game of chess, and that’s how they view the world. However, and even though I’ve played chess for many years, I find chess to be sorely lacking compared to the real world, because not everything is attrition based.
The concepts that actually work in the real world are about control and resource efficiency, which is far better exemplified in the Asian game of Go, or Weiqi. In that section, we’ll reference the most important clippings that show a better view of how the cabalist’s operate, and how it plays into their overall strategic goals. But for this issue, that section will first setup the different overall strategic approaches, and in the ensuing weeks, you’ll see the news clippings and references of current events, and how they fit in to the two clashing sides.
Finally, we have a footnotes section where you can see the references for yourself, as well as the books that we source our material from, which you should be able to borrow from your local library.
Yes, you can borrow the cabal’s books from the local library, the same books where they explicitly state their global intentions, and how they’re taking over everything as we speak. None of this material is secret. It’s all public domain or published in books that are printed by mainstream publishers.
Since it’s all in the public domain, how is it that they’re still able to operate with impunity? Well, the problem is, as a commentator of the Warren Commission on the JFK assassination stated, that the American people don’t read.
I do read. I read a lot, and I’m sure some of you also choose to read as well.
Is There Really a New World Order Cabal?
Let me start off by establishing as a fact that there is indeed a Global Cabal hell bent on ruling the world by means of financial and political control, by quoting America’s pre-eminent strategist in geopolitical affairs, a man who the Chinese called, “America’s Greatest Strategist,” Zbigniew Brzezinski.
Brzezinski is a Harvard pHD, a faculty to Harvard and Columbia, a professor of foreign policy at Johns Hopkins, and the national security advisor to Jimmy Carter. He’s currently one of the Obama administration advisors. Even more interesting, he’s a trustee and founder of the Trilateral Commission, a past director on the Council on Foreign Relations, and a part of the secretive Bilderberg group.
His seminal book, The Grand Chessboard – American Primacy and It’s Geostrategic Imperatives, is The Guidebook to truly understand the geo-political shenanigans, the national and domestic political developments of the USA and Western Europe of the last 2 decades. It’s been in print since 1997, and translated into 19 languages. Let’s start with this quote.
It is also a fact that America is too democratic at home to be autocratic abroad. This limits the use of America’s power, especially its capacity for military intimidation. Never before has a populist democracy attained international supremacy. But the pursuit of power is not a goal that commands popular passion, except in conditions of a sudden threat or challenge to the public’s sense of domestic well-being. The economic self-denial (that is, defense spending) and the human sacrifice (casualties, even among professional soldiers) required in the effort are uncongenial to democratic instincts. Democracy is inimical to imperial mobilization. (p.35)
Take note of the fact that Brzezinski emphatically states that Democracy is hostile (inimical) to imperial mobilization. So, the key to expanding imperial ambitions, is to remove democratic processes.
Next are these are these quotes.
…To put it in a terminology that harkens back to the more brutal age of ancient empires, the three grand imperatives of imperial geostrategy are to prevent collusion and maintain security dependence among the vassals, to keep tributaries pliant and protected, and to keep the barbarians from coming together. (p.40)
Henceforth, the United States may have to determine how to cope with regional coalitions that seek to push America out of Eurasia, thereby threatening America’s status as a global power. (p.55)
Brzezinski is point blank on what the ultimate goals are for the American Corporate Empire. This is all published knowledge, and his book is the handbook for the State Department. When all of the geo-political games, false flag terrorist attacks, the NDAA, Patriot Act, CISPA, the march for gun control and gun confiscation, and the massive keynesian financial debts, and sheer brutality of American foreign and domestic policy are seen in this light, much of the politics become inherently logical, and even necessary in order to advance autocratic imperial control.
Brzezinski is one of many in this global cabal. The next person we should understand is an associate of Brzezinski, David Rockefeller.
Mr. Rockefeller is also a member of the Bilderberg group, a co-founder of the Tri-lateral Commission along with Brzezinski, and is also a main proponent for global corporate banking control. He made these explicit statements in 1991.
We are grateful to the Washington Post, the New York Times, Time and other great publications whose directors have attended our meetings and respected their promises of discretion for almost 40 years. …It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But, the world is more sophisticated now and prepared to march towards a world government. The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto determination practiced in past centuries.3
Take note of his emphasis on the supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers. In light of this quote, it now makes sense why to this date, not one banker has been prosecuted for blatant fraud that is illegal under Federal RICO statutes, and why not one banker has gone to jail, despite verified investigations and trials that unequivocally state that banks like HSBC have engaged in money laundering for drug cartels. It also becomes blatantly clear, why the Justice Department’s Eric Holder, uses flimsy excuses like, “we cannot prosecute them because it would threaten the global economy.” The correct statement is, “we cannot prosecute them, because they are our imperial masters.”
This supranational elite recently flexed their muscles even more, with the Cyprus bank bail in, aka All Your Deposits are belong to us, where they can confiscate a significant percentage of your deposit, checking account, and pension money, and this is now the rule of banking regulations across all of Europe, Canada, the USA, Australia, and New Zealand. 4, 5
Ah, but quotes from highly influential men in the geo-political and financial sphere aren’t sufficient enough? We have more. This is from Bill Clinton’s professor at Georgetown University, Carroll Quigley.
Quigley states from his book, “Tragedy and Hope”,
There does exist, and has existed for a generation, an international Anglophile network which operates, to some extent, in the way the radical Right believes the Communists act. In fact, this network, which we may identify as the Round Table Group has no aversion to cooperating with the Communists, of any other groups, and frequently does so. I know of the operations of this network because I have studied it for twenty years and was permitted for two years, in the early 1960’s, to examine its papers and secret records. I have no aversion to it…but in general my chief difference of opinion is that it wishes to remain unknown, and I believe its role in history is significant enough to be known. (p950)
The anglophile network that Dr. Quigley refers to is the Anglo/American banking cabal that Rockefeller greatly prefers. The reference to operating the same way Communism operates is actually in reference to Corporate Socialism. This is the same supranational sovereign elite of intellectuals and world bankers that Mr. Rockefeller stated as the ones to receive the Mandate from Heaven for world rule, and in order to achieve this elite to expand imperial ambitions, democratic processes were removed, as per Brzezinski’s statements in his book. Let’s just call them the Banksters, for short.
Quigley, unlike the secretive members of his group, blatantly states,
The powers of financial capitalism had another far-reaching aim, nothing less than to create a world system of financial control in private hands able to dominate the political system of each country and the economy of the world as a whole. This system was to be controlled in a feudalist fashion by the central banks of the world acting in concert by secret agreements arrived at in frequent private meetings and conferences. (Chapter 20)
Dr. Quigley states it plainly. The objective of the game is to create a super feudalistic, world state, with the financial elite at the helm. This is the antithesis of a free, egalitarian, democratic society.
They literally want to bring this back.
Our latest evidence of the existence of the massive, corruptive influence of this cabal comes from The Rolling Stone financial reporter, Matt Taibi, who states,
Everything Is Rigged: The Biggest Price-Fixing Scandal Ever
The Illuminati were amateurs. The second huge financial scandal of the year reveals the real international conspiracy: There’s no price the big banks can’t fix
Conspiracy theorists of the world, believers in the hidden hands of the Rothschilds and the Masons and the Illuminati, we skeptics owe you an apology. You were right. The players may be a little different, but your basic premise is correct: The world is a rigged game. We found this out in recent months, when a series of related corruption stories spilled out of the financial sector, suggesting the world’s largest banks may be fixing the prices of, well, just about everything.1
But if statements from highly influential geo-political statesmen who have a direct hand in this, and excellent financial investigative reporters isn’t enough, we also have computer analysed data from Swiss scientists who mapped out the connections and influence of our entire economic system.
Revealed – the capitalist network that runs the world
AS PROTESTS against financial power sweep the world this week, science may have confirmed the protesters’ worst fears. An analysis of the relationships between 43,000 transnational corporations has identified a relatively small group of companies, mainly banks, with disproportionate power over the global economy.
The study’s assumptions have attracted some criticism, but complex systems analysts contacted by New Scientist say it is a unique effort to untangle control in the global economy. Pushing the analysis further, they say, could help to identify ways of making global capitalism more stable.
The idea that a few bankers control a large chunk of the global economy might not seem like news to New York’s Occupy Wall Street movement and protesters elsewhere (see photo). But the study, by a trio of complex systems theorists at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology in Zurich, is the first to go beyond ideology to empirically identify such a network of power. It combines the mathematics long used to model natural systems with comprehensive corporate data to map ownership among the world’s transnational corporations (TNCs). 2
We also have establishment insider testimony regarding this criminal bankster syndicate, most notably from two whistle blowers. The first is Karen Hudes, an attorney of law based out of Washington D.C. who worked for the World Bank, and is a Forbes Blogger.12, 13
The other is a top IT staffer who tried to expose the massive corruption inside the World Bank, John Kim. 14
At the heart of the network, Hudes said, are 147 financial institutions and central banks — especially the Federal Reserve, which was created by Congress but is owned by essentially a cartel of private banks. “This is a story about how the international financial system was secretly gamed, mostly by central banks — they’re the ones we are talking about,” she explained. “The central bankers have been gaming the system. I would say that this is a power grab.
The Fed in particular is at the very center of the network and the coverup, Hudes continued, citing a policy and oversight body that includes top government and Fed officials. Central bankers have also been manipulating gold prices, she added, echoing widespread concerns that The New American has documented extensively. Indeed, even the inaccurate World Bank financial statements that Hudes has been trying to expose are linked to the U.S. central bank, she said.
“The group that we’re talking about from the Zurich study — that’s the Federal Reserve; it has some other pieces to it, but that’s the Federal Reserve,” Hudes explained. “So the Federal Reserve secretly dominated the world economy using secret, interlocking corporate directorates, and terrorizing anybody who managed to figure out that they were having any kind of role, and putting people in very important positions so that they could get a free pass.”
The shadowy but immensely powerful Bank for International Settlements serves as “the club of these private central bankers,” Hudes continued. “Now, are people going to want interest on their country’s debts to continue to be paid to that group when they find out the secret tricks that that group has been doing? Don’t forget how they’ve enriched themselves extraordinarily and how they’ve taken taxpayer money for the bailout.” 15
Hudes did petition numerous members of Congress to act on the World Bank’s corruption and it’s role in the financial crisis. 16 But she found that the World Bank, based out of the USA, ignores the rule of law. John Kim who also discovered the massive corruption, leaked documents and records to Forbes as a last recourse.
The World Bank is a place where whistle-blowers are shunned, persecuted and booted–not always in that order.
Consider John Kim, a top staffer in the bank’s IT department, who in 2007 leaked damaging documents to me after he determined that there were no internal institutional avenues to honestly deal with wrongdoing. “Sometimes you have to betray your country in order to save it,” Kim says. 14
What John found, however, was even more shocking.
With nowhere to turn Kim was guided into the offices of the Washington, D.C.-based Government Accountability Project–the only game in town for public-sector leakers. “Whistle-blowers are the regulators of last resort,” says Beatrice Edwards, the executive director of the group. Edwards helped Kim file an internal case for wrongful termination (World Bank staffers have no recourse to U.S. courts) and in a landmark ruling a five-judge tribunal eventually ordered the bank to reinstate him last May. Despite the decision, the bank retired him in September after 29 years of service.
The U.S. is beginning to notice. The Senate Foreign Relations Committee insisted on inserting a whistle-blowing clause in 2011 after World Bank President Robert Zoellick approached them for an increase in the bank’s capital. But because of the supranational structure of the bank, the Senate’s demands are ultimately toothless.
“We can’t legislate the bank,” explains a Senate staffer. “All we can do is say, ‘We’ll give you this [money] if you do that [whistleblower protection].’ But they say, ‘You can’t make us do that because we can’t answer to 188 different countries.’ ” 14
The World Bank essentially has diplomatic immunity from any kind of prosecution. Which means it can act with impunity. And as Hudes illustrated, it is a Central Bank Cartel. It is, as Rockefeller put it, the rule by a supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers.
So, from their own published books, to journalist investigations, to systems analyst’s mathematical analysis, to insider leaks and attempts to bring this cartel to justice, we’ve simply affirmed that a Global Bankster Elite is indeed hell bent on taking over the world by subverting democratic, sovereign processes.
This is supranational fascism.
Benito Moussolini, the notorious Italian leader and ally of Nazi Germany, authored the influential essay, The Doctrine of Fascism, where he states,
The Fascist State lays claim to rule in the economic field no less than in others; it makes its action felt throughout the length and breadth of the country by means of its corporate, social, and educational institutions, and all the political, economic, and spiritual forces of the nation, organised in their respective associations, circulate within the State. (p. 41)
The corporate State considers that private enterprise in the sphere of production is the most effective and usefu [sic] instrument in the interest of the nation. In view of the fact that private organisation of production is a function of national concern, the organiser of the enterprise is responsible to the State for the direction given to production.
State intervention in economic production arises only when private initiative is lacking or insufficient, or when the political interests of the State are involved. This intervention may take the form of control, assistance or direct management. (pp. 135-136)
Of course, when you have corporations and banking cartels funding the political establishment, state intervention using tax dollars for the benefit of the banking cartels and the corporation is a given, and this creates an interesting two way relationship aka a marriage of Corporation and State.
Who came first is no longer the issue, since at this point the nomenclature no longer matters in terms of semantics between corporate socialism, corporatism, or fascism. What does matter is that the State and the Corporations work hand in fist disregarding the Rights of the People while using the taxes taken from the People. Funny how this strongly resembles feudalism, while using all of the elements used within fascism.
Let’s finish off the factual establishment of this Global Bankster Cabal with one more quote, once again from David Rockefeller’s book, Memoirs.
Some even believe we (the Rockefeller family) are part of a secret cabal working against the best interests of the United States, characterizing my family and me as ‘internationalists’ and of conspiring with others around the world to build a more integrated global political and economic structure—one world, if you will. If that’s the charge, I stand guilty, and I am proud of it.
–David Rockefeller, Memoirs, page 405
Coming up Next Week! Where is the Bankster Cabal primarily located, who are their affiliates, and will the Rest of the World really take their crap lying down? Fear not! For the Rebellion of the Rest is here, and who are the Rest anyway?
The Global Board: Choose Your Strategem
The current status of the global geo-political board depends on how you view the world, and through which reference point’s eyes, cultures, and concepts. In the eyes of the Banksters, being Western in thought, theory, culture, and perspective, they tend to view the World as a chess board.
Whereas the leader of the Alliance of the Rest, China, tends to view the world as a Go board.
This illustrates two different, and conflicting philosophies. The Bankster Cabal viewpoint, is one of tactics, attrition, and head on conflict, whereas the Eastern viewpoint is one of resource efficiency and space control. Interestingly enough, you can even see these two sparring philosophies happening in the geo-political space, with the Western Banking Cabal ruthlessly removing, and subjugating whole country’s of their democratic processes and installing technocratic leaders without public democratic processes – as happened in Spain and Italy – versus China’s multi faceted accords of removing the dollar from world trade.
I’ve played chess for a long time. I enjoy it, and I understand the mindset, strategies, and tactics that are involved in the beautiful mental game.
However, the ancient game of Go, also known as Weiqi, is a fantastic game, in particular for practitioners of the Art of War. Unlike Chess, which relies on attrition, Go is all about location, control, and resource efficiency. Many of the greatest Asian strategists in history, from General Ngo Nguyen Giap (architect of the French defeat at the Battle of Dien Bien Phu), to the geo-political strategems of Mao Tse Tung, were ardent practitioners of Go.
One of the most dedicated Globalist’s in the Cabal, Henry Kissinger, who is also Zbigniew Brzenzski’s mentor, foresaw long before anyone else did, with the exception of Napoleon Bonaparte, that China would rise to the world stage once again, had this to say about China’s practice of the Game of Go.
Mr Kissinger’s insight that Chinese strategists think like players of wei qi or Go, which means that, in the long term, they wish to avoid encirclement. Westerners are chess-players, tacticians aiming to get rid of their opponents’ pieces “in a series of head-on clashes”, he writes. “Chess produces single-mindedness;wei qi generates strategic flexibility.” 9
Go certainly takes a very different thought process requiring the players to think about the efficiency of their tactics, and how well they can control their opponent with the minimum energy expended.
We’ll cover some more what the Alliance of the Rest’s strategies are in the next issue.
Let’s cover the overall Bankster Cabal’s Strategy for the near future. 10
- There will be continued conflict in the mideast, with a severe threat of nuclear war being the culmination of these hostilities. (We already see this happening)
- An economic collapse that will devastate the economy of the US and Europe, much like the great depression. (Also already happening)
- One reason that our economy continues limping along is the artificial supports that the Federal Reserve had given it, manipulating interest rates, etc. (Already happening, with interest rates at record lows, not just at the Fed, but at Central Banks worldwide)
- But one day, this won’t work (or this leverage will be withdrawn on purpose) and the next great depression will hit. (We will talk about how hints of this happened this year in the last few weeks in the next newsletter)
- The government will call in its bonds and loans, and credit card debts will be called in.
- There will be massive bankruptcies nationwide. (Already happening)
- Europe will stabilize first, and Germany, France and England (surprise) will have the strongest economies, and will institute through the UN an international currency.
- Japan will also pull out, although their economy will be weakened.
- Peacekeeping forces will be sent out by the UN and local bases to prevent riots. (This places the gun control mania in context)
- The leaders will reveal themselves, and people will be asked to make a pledge of loyalty during a time of chaos and financial devastation.
This method is known as Create a Problem, Watch the Reaction, Present the Solution. 11
And, they are already fomenting the following problems:
- Financial Crisis: Subvert and take over the politics and the economy through control of money and finance
- Economic Crisis: Create economic crisis through the subversion of the economy in order to centralize power
- Power Crisis: Create crisis to subvert and remove the citizen’s access to arms and weapons
- Constitutional Crisis: Create crisis to subvert privacy and citizen’s rights against authority
- Food and Energy Crisis: Create shortages of necessities to foster dependence on the state
- Mind Control: Engage in mass public programming through concentration and control of the information through mass media
- Elite Control: Ensure that only selected members of the Cabal occupy positions of power
- Population Control: Create and foment wars, disease, genetic malthusian methods, and shortages to reduce the world population
- Bankster Owns You: Profit off all of the above in any way, shape, and form
Based on these steps, we can then align most of the news clips of geo-political and policy interest regarding the Bankster’s activities to see the overall big picture. It is worthwhile to note, that any and all events that play into one of these nine categories, whether spontaneous, permitted, or actively state sponsored, must be viewed in the strategic context of advancing the main agenda, which is the subversion and destruction of democratic institutions for Imperial, autocratic control. After all, even if it is spontaneous, one must “never waste a good crisis.”
For the next several months, we’re going to go through each of these steps and come to an understanding as to why these steps are necessary in order to subvert and destroy democratic institutions, as well as categorize the necessary clippings according to these categories. Of course, not every category will have a clipping per week, but at the rate the Cabal is going, I doubt that will happen.
The final thing to remember about this entire mess is that on a meta level, this is really about two competing philosophies vying for control. It is the philosophy of the Centralization of Power against the philosophy of the Decentralization of Power. This is the core nature of the struggle that our entire world faces.
It is about the Global Bankster Cabal, which is this
Versus the Rise of the Rest, which is this.
Coming up in Next Week’s Issue of Wednesday’s World Roundup, what countries and organizations constitute the Bankster Cabal Empire, and the Alliance of the Rest, and we begin fitting in the current news with the strategies and tactics of these two global opponents!
1 Everything is Rigged. The Biggest Financial Scandal Yet. The Rolling Stone
2 Revealed: The Capitalist Network that runs the world. New Scientist
3 The French publication, Minutes, June 19, 1991, Lectures Francaises, July/August, 1991, Hilaire du Berrier Report, September 1991
4Bank of Cyprus executes depositor bail-in
5FDIC & BANK OF ENGLAND CREATE RESOLUTION AUTHORITY FOR UNLIMITED CYPRUS-STYLE “BAIL-INS” FOR TBTF BANKS!
6U.S. sends Japan currency warning as G7 meets
7EMERGENCY G-7 MEETING: ELITE READY TO PULL THE TRIGGER?
9America and China: No go
10Exclusive Interview with an Ex-Illuminati Programmer/Trainer
11David Icke – Problem-Reaction-Solution Explained
12Law Offices of Karen Hudes
14The Fate Of A World Bank Whistle-Blower
15World Bank Insider Blows Whistle on Corruption, Federal Reserve
16The World Bank: Rejecting “The Rule of Law”
Mud splashed and splattered up my black, nylon bicycle rain pants as I pedalled down the rocky, wet, road from Huancane along the northern route of Lake Titicaca. My bright orange, mountain bike panniers from Arkel Overdesigns were muddied and battered from a rough fall, but they´re the kind of bags that can take a blow from a speeding truck, and still look new. Unfortunately, my beefy JANDD expedition racks were bent out of shape, and I had to secure it to my bike with a piece of rope. I was headed for La Paz I chose the contraband route.
Expedition cycling is similar to bicycle touring, with one fundamental difference. Most of the touring is in places that are unpaved, often unknown, or unmarked on the maps, and often in uninhabited zones. It´s dangerous, risky, and if you´re injured or killed, sometimes no one will even know. Naturally, you want equipment that works, survives, is easily repairable, dependable, and if it ever gets lost or stolen, replaceable. So let´s get started on the things you need to undertake an insane trip like mine.
Obviously, Expedition Cycling isn´t expedition cycling without the bicycle. Forget the traditional road touring bike with 700 cc wheels. Stick with a mountain bike. The last thing you need to happen in a back country environment is to have a bad spill, and your rims bent out of shape. Mountain bike rims have the thickness to deal with almost any bad bump, fall, or crash. The frame itself is designed specifically for abuse. Let´s say that again. On this kind of trip, you are going to beat the $h!t out of your bicycle, and you want a frame that you can BEAT THE $h!t out of. Now, some touring bike manufacturers make touring bikes that take the 26 inch mountain bike wheel. But, if you´re ever in doubt, stick with a mountain bike frame. When choosing a bicycle, don´t choose a packaged bicycle, ie. one that´s already fully assembled. Because of the unpredictable nature of an expedition, knowing your equipment, how it works, how to repair it, and how to maintain it can mean the difference between life, and a life full of lots of unnecessary pain, or even death. That means purchasing a separate frame made of solid 4120 or Reynold´s steel tubing with strong drop outs, and tough welds. My bike frame came from Bike Nashbar, and is composed of Reynolds for the triangle, and 4120 for the dropouts. Sometimes the frame doesn´t come with braze ons for the racks. I had a set welded on at Bilenky bicycle works in Philadelphia. Other excellent steel mountain bike frame makers are Soma, Salsa, and Surly. Now, I chose steel because in the areas where I´m traveling, it´s impossible to find anyone who can weld aluminum. Steel is real, and it´s easy to fix. Stick with it. While you´re at it, ally yourself with a good bike shop to inspect it properly and give it a once over. When you take on a trip like this, have the experts grill you and the bike. Now, considering that I lived in the Philadelphia metropolitan area, I had the best grill me and the bike. Danzeisen and Quigley I used to work there, and got to know the mechanics well. They´re the best, particularly Dave and Stanley.
For components, Shimano LX is the gold standard. It´s tough, and unlike XT or XTR, which are made of lighter materials for racing, LX has the strength and robustness to withstand wear and impacts. LX cassettes, chains, bottome brackets, derailleurs, hubs, and brakes must be part of the bike. Choosing good components, again, makes a huge difference when your trying to go up that dirt hill with 100 pounds of food, water, and gear on your bike. Don´t skimp on the components. For the front fork, to reduce the number of mechanical problems, headaches, and weight, don´t use shocks. The bags, when full, will absorb the majority of the road shocks.
For handle bars, I´ve become a big fan of the moustache bar. When I took my first trip in 2001, the straight bar with bar extensions only offered me two hand positions, both of which resulted in injured nerves inside of my palms. The moustache bar offers several hand positions, which alleviates any prolonged stress on the hands. In addition, the moustache bar offers one other advantage for expedition touring, which is the use of bar end shifters.Bar end shifters have the option of index shifting and friction shifting. Should anything happen to the index guides, a quick turn of the key permits friction shifting. Mis shifts, due to the wear and tear of the chain and cassette will happen, and unlike thumb shifters, the switch to friction shifting will save you many headaches out in the wild.Brake levers for V brakes are the next consideration. Almost any road brake lever should do the job when used on the moustache bar with V brakes.
For treads, I swear by the GEAX dual terrain tires. These tires are made of a kevlar compound, and the GEAX Evolution tires have, for me, lasted several thousand miles in South and Central America. They´re good for both on the road and off road terrain, and extremely durable.All of the components should be assembled and put on the bike by you. This exercise of assembling your own bike will familiarize you with your components, essential tools, and how everything works. You will need that knowledge when, not if, something breaks down.
The Bags and Racks
There are two options for carrying your gear, which is either with a trailer or with panniers. Getting into which is better often turns into a religious war, so, to put my opinion into the fray, I´ll state right now that I´m a pannier man. I´m not a big fan of big, heavy equipment, and a trailer counts as yet another large item I have to lug around. So, if you´re looking for the advantages of the trailer article, don´t look here. I´m a fan of keeping everything together as one unit.
For racks, the JANDD expedition racks served me well for the last seven years. They´re made of aircraft aluminum, and they have mounting platforms on the top for extra items. This is extremely important when properly balancing your bicycle, especially in off road terrain. Mount points use commonly available screws, which is a lifesaver, because if you lose some, you can get a replacement in any back country town or village.
Now, the most important item after the bike, are your bags. Imagine your bicycle is a horse, and you´re going into the wild west. Obviously you don´t want to get Gucci bags, or something snazzy, or anything poorly made. You want to go with bags that can endure the following, all of which I´ve experienced: get hit by a loaded logging truck at 30 miles an hour, flung off your bike at 35, slammed into the dust, gravel, mud, slime, cow manure, horse manure, lama manure, lake water, cactus spines, thrown into old developing world bus racks with a crate of dead chickens on top, and tossed into a luggage compartment with rotting cow parts dripping on it. On top of that, it has to be narrow enough to fit through doors when fully loaded, stay fully attached to your rack, and carry lots of gear, food, and water. There´s only one company I know of that can do that.
Arkel Overdesigns, and specifically, their mountain bike specific pannier bags. To say that their bags are overdesigned is an understatement. I´ve come to the opinion that these bags were designed for survival during a nuclear blast. That´s how tough these bags are. I´ve seen, and experimented with other bags, but none have EVER come as close to form, functionality, and pound the $h!t out of em as Arkel Overdesigns. These bags are truly designed for punishment that only a masochist could love. The best part is, whenever you´re in town for more than a few days to rest, recuperate, and repair, just soak them in laundry detergent, rinse twise, and they´ll look almost new.
Expedition touring is a lot like back woods camping, with the exception that you´ve got a bicycle and repair equipment. Here´s the general list of what I carry. This list is specific to my needs and requirements, so your mileage will vary. For women, obviously feminine hygene will be added to your list.
- 4 pairs of underwear
- 4 pairs of socks
- 2 undershirts
- 1 long sleeve button up shirt
- 1 set of silk/polypropylene long underwear
- 3 pairs of bike shorts, 2 short, and 1 long
- 2 bike shirts
- 1 pair of bike arm sleeves
- 1 short sleeved collared shirt
- 1 pair of short finger gloves
- 1 pair of long finger gloves
- 1 pair of water proof pants
- 1 wind breaker, water resistant and stuffable
- 1 stuffable inner liner cold weather jacket, synthetic
- 1 baseball cap hood combination (Columbia designs hat) – looks like a Lawrence of Arabia hat
- 1 medium sized towel
- 1 face towel
- 1 bandanna
- 1 tie
- 1 pair of dress pants
- 1 formal dress shirt
- 1 pair of khaki pants (no jeans!)
- 1 balaclava
- 1 pair of sandals
- 1 pair of boots
- 1 wool sweater
- 1 journal book, pen, pencil, colored pencils, with pencil sharpener
- 1 pad of airplane paper and envelopes
- 1 compact film/digital camera with memory cards, computer cable, batteries and charger
- 1 SLR/digital camera and film
- 1 LED headlamp
- 1 back up flashlight
- 2 boxes of matches, 3 candles
- 1 dagger/survival knife with sheath
- 1 machete
- 1 leatherman´s tool with sheath
- 4 bungee cords, 2 long, 2 short
- first aid kit with spare medicines, including the basics of ciproflaxin, metrodizole, and mylanta, all of which you can get without a need for a prescription in latin america
- 1 compass
- 1 bug repellent spray
- 1 bug killer spray
- MSR firefly gas cannister stove, and 3 gas cans (get the gas cans in Latin America, don´t carry them on the plane)
- pot with utensils (mess kit), and a fruit peeler
- 1 head net
- spare pair of glasses with case
- 1 water filter, I use a Katadyn hiker pro
- 1 set of motorcycle goggles
- 1 iodine water treatment set
- 1 money belt or neck pouch
- 1 3/4 season 0 degree sleeping bag (polarguard filler preferred) with compression stuff sack
- 1 z rest pad
- 1 tent (Eureka Zephyr II)
- 1 roll of toilet paper
- 1 toilet kit (toothbrush, dental floss, paste, razor, shaving mirror with a porn star on the back, nail clippers, zit picker, tweezers, nose hair clippers, and soap)
- 2 nalgene bottles with duct tape wrapped around them
- 36 lubed condoms with spermicide. Lifestyles are my favorite, with Trojans taking second. I love the value packs. Do not buy these with your friend in the super market while picking up 10 pounds of bananas that your mom wants to prepare for a picnic. That just looks bad at the cash register.
- 1 deck of handwriting analysis cards
Tools and parts for the bicycle
- 1 combo hex and screw driver wrench kit
- 1 multi tool
- 1 pedal wrench
- 1 crescent wrench
- 1 piece of spare chain, 10 links
- 1 set of spanner wrenches
- 4 spare brakes
- 1 spare inner tube
- 1 spare kevlar tread
- 1 patch kit with extra patches
- 1 long kryptonite cable with separate combination lock
- spare rack parts and nuts
- 1 old toothbrush
- 1 bike pump with duct tape wrapped around it
- 1 helmet
- 1 red blinker
- 1 bicycle computer
- 1 small internal frame backpack that can be used for trips up to 5-6 days (for side trips and expeditions)
- 1 courier day bag
- 1 camcorder with batteries, 10 tapes, charger, and cables to connect to the TV
- 1 tripod
- 1 cell phone and charger
- 1 set of practice nunchakus
- 1 set of real nunchakus. ***NOTE: I consider personal self defense extremely important when doing this sort of activity. Laws vary per country regarding a variety of personal defense weapons, so you either comply with the laws, make do, improvise, or smuggle. I listed the machete as part of my kit, and that alone makes for a formidable defense weapon, as well as an excellent all around tool for excursions. I know some people are squeamish about this, but if you seriously take on what I do, then it’s something that you MUST consider. ***
- 1 mp3 CD player, headphones and batteries. I do not use an ipod, or any other massive mp3 storage device because the conditions I go through will trash the hard drive permanently. A CD player is far more robust, and in changing countries and conditions, flexible.
- 1 40 CD booklet
- spanish-english dictionary
- portugese-english dictionary
- The Elements of Style, by Strunk and White
- The Dream Dictionary
- El libro de los formulas para ciencia y ingeneria
- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
- Marte 2056
- 1 booklet on nunchaku technique, attack and defense theory
- 1 folder with notepads and documents
It looks like a lot, but I´ve carried all of the above for months, even a year during my last expedition. And there´s extra room for food too. Usually, I carry the following as my standard 2-3 day rations through the wild wild mountains or rain forest.
- 1 pound of rice
- 1 pound of lentils
- 5 bags of noodles, or 1 large bag
- 6 packets of powdered juice mix
- salt and sugar
- powdered milk
- powdered hot chocolate, nestle, or nutritioncal drink mix
- 1 pound of oats
- 5-6 liters of water
- vegetable boullion packets
- sushi seaweed paper
- 1 small bottle of rice vinegar for sushi (Hey, I gotta have some luxuries)
On a trip like the one I´m taking, you have to be ready for anything that can, and will go wrong.
The author hard at work, fixing a flat in the middle of nowhere.
And here is my South America Bicycle Touring Expedition Adventure, in a nutshell.
This is just a round up of the most important news items that really should be your biggest concern.
Let’s start with the world currency state. It’s hyperinflating baby! The last time I saw something like this was when I was observing the chaotic economic collapse of Argentina back in 2001. Only took 12 years to finally catch up to the rest of us. Speaking of hyperinflating, reading this made me think of those kids who ate too much candy in Willy Wonka’s factory…
Next up, the BRICS, or 43% of the world’s population is rapidly working on getting itself out of the US dollar imperial system. With Russia now pushing for the lead after China’s been laying down the ground work. You do to make money! In Russia, Money do you!
Open your wallet/purse. See that dollar bill? That’s what you should use to wipe your ass with the next time you go to the toilet. Cause that’s what it’s worth these days, and most people around the world figured this out.
Next up, want some food that’s overpriced, highly toxic, and will kill you? Well, the GMO cartel is moving hard to push it down our throats!
Kinda funny, when you think about it. Afterall, why would a company knowingly and actively ram toxic stuff down our throats when they know that class action lawsuits will take em down, like big Tobacco? Is it just for a quick buck, or are we actually looking at a much bigger agenda? Hmmmm. And the sheeple will just take it, take it, take it! It’s kinda funny how everything is just one massive business end, with the ultimate end being on all of us (those that choose to eat that GMO crap, that is.)
And finally, a great treatise on the biggest global bubble of all time. Which of course was/is purposely engineered. How do I know it’s engineered? Cause only an idiot would declare the markets as high as a kite with the actual, real economy is on the ropes. Whatever they’re smoking in Central Bankerstan, has got to be some seriously good $#!T! Can I get some of that?!
And finally, your humpday humor…
|The Daily Show with Jon Stewart||Mon – Thurs 11p / 10c|
|Barack Trek: Into Darkness|
That’s all for the Wednesday Weekly Round Up! Till then, be aware, in tune, and laugh cynically…
I was half naked, and clothed with a colourful skirt made from the pounded bark of an Amazon tree. My face was painted, a large plumed necklace stuck to my chest’s perspiration, and on my head was a brightly colored headdress made of macaw feathers. Around me were brown colored people, men and women, who were clothed like me, except the women didn’t cover their breasts. I was deep in the Amazon River basin, near the river Nany, pronounced Na-ni, and if I didn’t know the location, I’d have sworn I was frolicking with my half naked relatives in the jungles of Vietnam. But I wasn’t in Vietnam, and despite the racial similarities, I was with the Bora tribe.
As I looked at my new identity through the LCD of my camcorder, the chieftain motioned for me to join his group. After a quick inspection of my dress and face paint, he guided me into the middle of a line of tribesman. We were about to dance a tribute to the Sacha Vaca, the amazon tapir. Sacha Vaca is a pidgin word, a mix of quechua and Spanish, which meant “It’s not a cow”. As I stood in the line with the men, we pounded our sticks into the ground, and sang. Suddenly, I felt the pull of a hand on my shoulder, and they tugged me into a run with their dance line, as we pounded our sticks in synch with the women’s voices. My feet gripped the rough soil floor, as I struggled to maintain the quick, changing rhythm of the line. Through it all, I marvelled at the tribe’s ability to maintain its traditions in the 21st century. How did they do it? That answer lay within the isolation of the Amazon Basin.
I was on my fourth trip to South America. Like the first time, I chose to bicycle across the enormous continent, but this time I was headed through the southern portion, with the intention of crossing the deep Amazon Basin in Bolivia, the upper half of Paraguay, and through Brazil. I’d originally planned to enter the Amazon through northern Bolivia, but a request from a Peruvian friend to accompany him to Iquitos was too much to resist. We were going to survey several enormous tracts of land that the Peruvian government put up for auction. The government wanted to settle the vast interior of Loreto, as a way to alleviate poverty, and my friend wanted to purchase, preserve, and create a research and eco lodge park. Since his interests clicked with mine, I immediately bought a ticket, stashed my bicycle at his house, and we flew to Iquitos.
Iquitos is either an hour and a half flight from Lima, or a five to ten day river journey from several low mountain ports in the southern Andean region.. There is no land crossing to Iquitos. It’s also the capitol city of the largest department of Peru. When we arrived in Iquitos, we were dismayed upon learning that the hectares were several days away up the river via boat. My friend’s poor planning forced me to extend my plane ticket until we learned that the next boat wasn’t available for at least two weeks. I took the entire line of inconveniences in stride, and with a block of time now available, I set out to explore Iquitos and the surrounding regions. I contacted another Peruvian friend who was a biology research graduate at Rutgers University in Camden. He recommended that I stay with his family, and meet his friend, Gilberto, an ecologist, to get a better sense of the Amazon environment of Loreto. Gilberto worked at a biological preserve and research park, known as the White Sands Forest. Here, I discovered that the forest settlement program, as a method for poverty reduction, was a disaster waiting to happen.
The Amazon forest ecology in most of the Loreto Department consists of highly efficient, ecological recycling systems on top of nutrient poor, sterile sand. Most of the vegetation depends on a horde of millions of species of insects, molds, and fungi which, in a matter of days and weeks, turn any kind of organic matter into high powered fertilizer. Most of the Amazon Basin consists of this type of environment, where almost all the organic matter is either alive and trapped in plants and animals, or is in the process of being ground and molded by something living. Almost no organic matter is sequestrated in the soil, and is the primary reason why the Amazon basin’s soil is among the world’s poorest. The moment the insect’s homes, the trees, are cut down and burned, the recycling systems are eradicated, and what’s left is a thin layer of ash on top of loose and sterile, white sand.
Consequently, anyone who moves into the forest, and burns it down to plant crops, or worse, to ranch cattle and livestock, finds himself in a cycle of poverty which never ends since the soil can barely support savannah vegetation, let alone crops or cattle. After three to four years, the land is wasted, and the peasant finds himself and his family poorer, and moves to more forest to burn. Unfortunately, especially in Brazil, all of the Amazon Basin countries have enormous deforested sections which appear on satellite maps as white blocks and stripes, where the land serves as a parcel of desert.
The invasion doesn’t stop there. Like the Andean regions of Peru, the Loreto department is about 85% unexplored. Yet, after years of isolation, due to surging commodity prices, extensive exploration efforts yielded recent discoveries of large oil deposits. Consequently, the territory is quickly turning into the Wild Wild East of Peru. When I left the plane, I noticed personnel from an oil exploration company based out of Houston, Texas, who arrived to survey one of the many parcels of land the Peruvian government was auctioning.
As if this wasn’t enough, global warming was changing the area’s weather patterns. I spent part of the week questioning both the scientific station, and many of the locals about what they’d observed in the past five years of temperature and climate. In what should be “rainforest”, where the seasons are wet and wetter, there was a shortage of rainfall, and due to the porosity of the white sand, trees weren’t getting enough water, and the heat, amazingly, was hotter than usual. This compounded into a death sentence for most tree species, and after two years of blazing heat and lack of water, trees all across the basin were dying. A chain reaction was at hand, with both deforestation, and global climate change compounding on top of each other.
As we hiked through the preserve, and admired the areas where giant trees still stood, pristine, and watched the swarms of insects devour and grind fruit, organic detritus, and anything living in its path, I wanted to know if there was anyone who managed to live in harmony with the forest.
- You should visit the Bora tribe, if that’s what you’re looking for. Said Gilberto as we examined a large rubber tree.
- The Bora tribe?
- Yes, they’re unique.
- How so?
- Well, they’ve been able to maintain their lives, traditions, and culture in the face of globalization and deforestation.
- You’re kidding me.
- No, go visit them. You might observe some interesting things.
Gilberto just told me to give them a call, but this is easier said than done. To get to the Bora involved traversing one of the sources of the mighty Amazon, the River Nany. The Rio Nany serves as the channel for Loreto, with Iquitos as the primary port on the way to the Atlantic. The Rio Putamayo, which forms the borders of Peru, Ecuador, and passes into Colombia links to the Rio Nany. Approximately 30-40 thousand members of the Bora tribe live within this territory of the Putamayo, and typically a journey from their central homeland to the Nany takes ten days on the river.
The Bora are indigenous to the Northeast Amazon river basin, a giant territory formed from Colombia, Ecuador, and Peru’s Amazonian corners. The Bora are also notoriously shy about letting outsiders in to see their villages, homes, and culture. Yet, both economics, and global invasion were imposed on the Bora, and they had to come up with a solution to balance both their economic needs, and their desire for privacy in their villages. So, they came up with a display area solely for the use of ethno-tourism.
Joined with a new friend, Janet, a local Iquiteñan who showed me around her city, we took a 30 minute boat trip to one of the many green islands which dotted the horizon of the Rio Nany. As we got closer to the shore, several children dressed in just a white, painted cloth for a skirt came out to greet us. We waved to them, as we climbed up the rudimentary dock made of logs, and together we hiked to the tribal display grounds. There, a short, handsome, brown man who sported a macaw feathered headdress greeted us, and led us into a large house, called a “maloca”. We sat down and listened to the chief explain the basics of his tribe and customs.
According to the chief, the family structure is an extended set of families living in a “maloca”. A maloca is a great house made of wooden poles, roofed in palm fronds or thatch, and set upon the rain forest floor. The basic family unit is called a “curaca”; it consists of one man and several wives with their children. The society is a hunter gatherer society, and their belief system, customs, and language is based on the amazon rainforest plants and animals. All of what they eat and make is derived from the rich biodiversity of the rainforest, and their culture passes on its knowledge in the rich oral tradition of parent to child. Lately, missionaries from both Catholic and Protestant churches have made inroads into the society, and as a result, much of the native culture and especially valuable knowledge of medicinal flora is disappearing. Combined with the rampant globalization of every single culture, one would think that this unique ethnic group should’ve been lost in the homogenized, monotonized blur of globalization. Surprisingly, this isn’t the reality.
Obviously, economic realities have forced the tribe to make use of its unique culture and background as a means of income. Besides fishing, river boating, and tour guiding, the use of the site for ethno tourism permits the Bora to freely express their culture, customs, and rites, for a price. Because of the polluting effects of modern culture, the tribe chose to use the remoteness of the amazon to their advantage. They commute daily, walking one hour a day from the village to the display area, thus allowing them to show their culture, but without permitting the infiltration of their village and home lives. This was their secret to preservation, a long commute to work? I was both surprised and delighted in the simplicity and elegance of their solution.
In the final dance, I joined the women as we danced a tribute to the Manguare, a type of aquatic bird similar to a heron. As I danced with them and smiled with their grinning faces, I felt at once transported back in time, to the time before Western contact with the Americas, and I was in another world, age, and place. When we finished the dance, in my custom, I thanked every single one of the villagers in their native language, and then I learned one other characteristic of the Bora peoples. They’re well versed in business and trade. After negotiating a price with me regarding their tribal dance and participation, I was immediately swamped with village women offering their wares and handicrafts. It took some creative use of language and polite hand movement to get out of the maloca. As I sat on the boat back to Iquitos, and watched them wave to me, I remembered that the Amazon is an ocean of green, with isolated islands of people, each with their own unique culture and customs that they’ve fiercely guarded through the millennia. And, I prayed that in the face of globalization, deforestation, and global warming, that it would continue to be that way.
The author hard at work dancing with the Bora tribe. You can tell who he is, can’t you? He’s that sunlight deprived fellow in the middle there…
A Video of Me Dancing with the Bora Tribe
A Fish in New Waters
If I could see through the eyes of a salmon, perhaps I´d have a better idea of my first week here in Peru. I left the fresh waters of Philadelphia, to land in the vast ocean of South America, in the sprawling heart of Lima. The moment I landed, the newness hit me in the lungs like a wave of brine to the gills. Thousands of diesel and gas powered vehicles clogged the streets, as they churned and cycled what little oxygen was left into soot and fumes. Dark, brown people packed into aluminum, and steel tin cans, surprisingly functional after decades of abuse, in their daily commutes. Cell-phones and pagers, hawkers and ravers, bums and maids, a cacophony of the city en-masse formed of eight million people greeted me with a neurotic pensiveness that infrequently smiled.
As I waited for a close friend to arrive, I stayed with a Peruvian friend, an expedition partner from years before, in the middle class neighbourhood of San Miguel. I woke up to roosters crowing at 2:30 in the morning, just before the early ones rose for work. Later, construction work in the 3rd floor above me rousted me again, and in the blinking, smog filtered sun light through my window, I got up. Ice cream vendors dressed in bright yellow vests pedalled their carts through the streets, blowing on high pitched horns, while traffic and fumes slowly built up into a fevered mid day pitch. I helped baby-sit Gabriel, a rambunctious three year old kid, while his grandmother fretted about his hyperactivity. Then I explored the city, or worked out in a local gym while flirting with the ladies in the nautilus room.
In the evenings, I wandered into Miraflores, where foreigners, usually middle aged or older white men, dressed in tacky black t-shirts that said, “FBI: Female Body Inspector”, negotiated with much younger, dark skinned women for their bodies and company in Pizza Alley. Other times I joined my Peruvian friends for some salsa dancing, or we walked through Baranco, an ancient part of town next to the Pacific Ocean, filled with old colonial walkways, restaurants, bars, and shops. We conversed about South American economics and politics, and it inevitably lead to the American foreign policies, neo-colonialism, and the incumbent effects within their country. After those conversations, I lightened the mood with jokes and changed the subject.
Interestingly, unlike the first time I was in Peru, I didn´t stand out. When I spoke, I was greeted with a customary salutation. When I asked the cabbies or the combis for the fare, I got the standard local price. The same happened in the markets. In the clubs, I was asked if I was from San Miguel, or Capon, or one of the other local districts of
Lima. As the days passed with my friend´s family, I was treated as one of them. As always, I was patient, smiled frequently, and I always said “Please”, and “Thank you”, even if it was clearly their fault for an errant mistake. Still, familiarity extends further than the basic concepts of courtesy, but courtesy helps tremendously. Whenever I hung out with my American friends, I sometimes distanced myself from their constant judgement of the locals, the conditions, the service, and the water. Few things satisfied them, and in turn, I observed as their grating behaviour sometimes boomeranged back to them, and often with interest. Of course, as the standard rule of a bicyclist about to head into the back country for an extended period of time, I drank the local tap water, and within a week I was acclimated to it with practically no ill effects. My simple action, which was designed to get me ready for my journey, was met with shock from my American friends.
It finally occurred to me that my high level of adaptability passed me off as yet another limeñan, one who looked asian like many other Peruvians, and that I was no longer a foreigner to them. When I first arrived, five years ago, indisputably, I was a tourist who wanted to be seen as a traveller. Now, I was a local, a traveller still, and with it came both the familiarity and expectations that a local had with the people. Still, I longed to be the extraterrestrial again, as the explorer into the unknown. But until then, I enjoyed my new found intimacy with the people of Peru.