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LET SLEEPING BLOOD LIE

Chapter 30 - Revelations

Then Jane turns the doorknob and pushes the door open for Maura to enter...

The wall was a masterpiece of sorts. The amassed content simply mind-boggling. Maura stood in the middle of the dimly lit bedroom, hands on her hips trying to understand the puzzle. Jane had moved to sitting on the bed behind her looking only at her own feet.

What she could see instantly was that Jane had traced most governmental organizations, particularly intelligence agencies, back to their beginnings then to their founders and then linking those founders to the other organizations. It simplified the complexities of the perceived system down to only a few groups and a few names, the people pulling the strings behind the scenes, the 'men behind the curtain' as they say. Maura started skimming across the wall, following the wool as it darted almost daringly in parallels, zigzags, and divergently, following red, then yellow, then green...

Her attention in the area of the CIA found it was connected to the CFR with several colors of wool, and on that post-it stuck to it with a blue drawing pin was a list of scribbled names, none of whom she recognized. The note which had the word CFR on it was pinned onto a page out of a book. The top left of the page had the page number and the title of the book. 'Kissinger'. Half the page was hidden behind the CFR note, but she could read the bottom half of it...

"Of some 1600 CFR [Council on Foreign Relations] members, 120 either own or control the nation's major newspapers, magazines, radio and television networks, as well as the most powerful book publishing companies. The interlock with academia is immense.

... CFR members virtually control the major foundations, whose grants quite often are bestowed on persons or groups tied to the CFR.

... The Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) has been under virtual CFR control since its creation.

... Of the CFR's 1974 membership, about 90 represented the major Wall Street international banking organizations. In addition, presidents, vice-presidents and chairmen of the boards of most of the giant corporations are members of the CFR."

For whatever purposes, it seemed Jane might just have found what she was searching for, at least in part.

The links and ties to organizations were definitely not done by one person alone, and as smart as she knew Jane really was, she also knew she must have had help. Insider help.

The meetings, the suits...

It would certainly explain a lot.

Jane, with or without help however, had immersed herself into this objective of which she now appeared somewhat ashamed. Sitting against the back of her bed which she had cleared staring towards the window. She hadn't made eye contact with Maura, nor spoken a word, since allowing her access to the room. Maura had no idea how to comfort Jane, all she could do was attempt to understand.

After looking over the information before her, there were three things that bothered Maura most.

Firstly it bothered her that 'The United Nations' seemed to be one of the central pinnacle points on one side of Jane's wall. The U.N. was set up to help maintain international peace and security, working to prevent conflict, helping with peace negotiations, protection of human rights and also to achieve international co-operation in solving international problems of an economic, social, cultural, or humanitarian character. Or so she believed.

Either this wall had nothing to do with her assumptions of Jane's agenda, or her credence of the United Nations was unfounded. And if it was the latter then the powers given to the member states was frightening to say the least. The other option she didn't want to think about right now, was that Jane had completely lost the plot.

A post-it scribbled in Jane's hand-writing, stuck just above the picture of the U.N. logo reads,
"It bends governments to its will sometimes by promises, sometimes by threats. It has found its way into every class of Society, and forms an invisible and irresponsible power, an independent government, as it were, within the body corporate of the lawful state." - Pope Leo XIII 1902

Secondly she was bothered that Jane had circled some photo's of the larger banks around the world scattered sporadically across the wall...several had red vivid lines as if they had been excluded. Green string lines linked the circled banks to some well known secret societies, and then to news clippings of national events.
'At least 50 mysterious deaths of government officials, bankers, holistic doctors and scientists'.
A highlighted yellow section standing out starkly on the crumpled black and white print,
"The current spate of deaths began not long after 9/11, on November 12, 2001, to be precise. On Nov. 12, Benito Que, 52, was found comatose in the street near the laboratory where he worked at the University of Miami Medical School. He died on Dec. 6."

Maura pursed her lips. The links themselves make no sense to her yet. What did Jane's kidnapping have to do with banks and mysterious deaths.

The other note read, "A power has risen up in the government greater than the people themselves, consisting of many and various powerful interests, combined in one mass, and held together by the cohesive power of the vast surplus in banks." - Former Vice President and U.S. Senator, John C. Calhoun, May 27, 1836

The longer she pondered on it the less sense it made to her.

Thirdly, and by far the most disturbing to her, was that photo of Ricci restrained to a chair. She wondered if it was a photo from a fraternity ritual that Jane had somehow gotten hold of. But the hazings themselves didn't seem to have a place on the wall, in fact there were no clippings of anything related to schools or hazings she had seen. And Maura knew for definite that the photo hadn't come from investigating the case itself. Jane hadn't even been at BPD since Maura had given her the note to destroy.
The note, it seemed like years ago that that vital piece of evidence had almost cost Jane her life. It seemed so insignificant in comparison to what she was staring at now. But yet that note was also the beginning of this. It was an incomparable correlation.

Ricci watches the single bead of sweat slide down the side of Jane's moist sweaty face. It glides in front of her ear gathering speed as it becomes larger and disappear under her chin, it is hot in here and they have been there awhile, but he only see's it now that she is so close to him.

Jane presses the cold metal of her gun into Ricci's neck harder, her voice laden with contempt, "What is his name?" Jane growls again leaning closer

Ricci's eyes are large, huge, like saucers, and full of fear. It was a quick turnaround from the snide arrogant look only seconds before Jane pulled her gun on him. She feels the tiniest amount of pleasure in his fear. It is probably the same look, the same fear in Hamish's eyes before he took his last breath. Ricci swallows, his adam's apple moves up and down against the tip of the barrel. Jane can feel the vibration in her hand on the other end of the gun.

"NOW" Jane spits at Ricci who jumps and shudders.

"Smith" the boy cries out, "That's the only name I know him by. You might as well kill me now. I betrayed the brotherhood."

"I should kill you", she seethes at him, "You deserve it you pathetic little jerk."

"Do it" he whimpers.
He doesn't want to die really, but he isn't sure how spilling his guts will affect his life, if anyone found out he had told Jane anything he would be in more trouble than he was in this chair, in this room, with this seemingly crazy woman pointing a gun at him. Brothers are sworn to complete secrecy, keeping secrets was the number one rule, it was better to die for the cause, and always stay true to the oaths. But he had blown it, he was weak and he knew it, he was a bully because he was weak, he had escorts, friends, brothers and juniors do his bidding, soon everyone would know he was weak.
His dad usually always got him out of trouble, sorted out his problems, and the families sizable donations to the school certainly helped him get everything he desired. He was spoilt and he never did anything on his own.

But he was on his own now, it was a learning curve for him, to see who he was without his henchmen, without his father, without his friends, to see if he was a brave and fierce leader like he pretended to be.
He was not, he had no backbone, and right now he was ashamed of himself.

Jane watched him as he quivered and whimpered pathetically in self-pity, she wouldn't kill him, he was a kid.
She just wanted to understand why her life was turned so completely upside down for this sniveling sack of bones. She was angry too, but not at him, he probably had no idea what 'they' had even done to her, but every second she was in his presence the anger grew.

She spoke with barred teeth and bitterness in her eyes, "What makes you so special anyway Ricci, why are they so interested in protecting you?...in your future?"

His eyes flickered in thought as he contemplates whether the truth would end up with a bullet in his skull or with her sympathy of him. He can't decide. He is sure though that if he lies Jane will somehow know, and it won't be good for him. And daddy dearest isn't here right now to make Jane untie him and leave him alone.

There was one note that seemed really out of place, maybe it was the color of the writing maybe the location of it, she will never remember exactly why she was drawn to it, she read it carefully

'The root of all power is money and with enough money a small band of men can greatly influence a huge mob of fools - Texe Marrs'.

That's when Maura saw it, really saw it, the thing she had been staring at suddenly come together, or spread out, she wasn't sure which.
It was like those stereogram pictures in the mall, repetitive patterns that looked like a meadow of sunflowers, that you stare at for hours and hours and hours, and suddenly it blurs and becomes clear again but now a 3D meadow with 3D butterflies jumping out at you and three 3D fawns playing together.

Dark wool lines so interwoven, so much of it, diverging from multiple points, that it never stood out until you saw it, then it became all you could see. The whole image made up of smaller parts, it began to flash across her mind like spatial imagery. The very top of the wall stated, 'Secret Brotherhood - A thousand points of light', from there black lines of wool stretching for miles away from it, like an octopus, it's black wool legs touching everything in it path, into ever single thing on the wall either directly or indirectly.
The wool lines moving from item to item back and forth, snaked across the wall with seemingly no order, up, down, around, crossing themselves into spiraled loops like a spiderweb, pictures and words like flies caught inside an elaborate web, her eyes and mind trying to find a pattern amongst the chaos ...Red Cross / Red Shield / Rothschild - Goebels - Albert Pike - Bilderbergers - Bohemian Grove - Jesuits - Vatican - Opus Dei - Jacques de Molay - Knights Templar - Kissinger - Adam Weishaupt - Illuminati - KGB - CIA - George Bush - Bonesmen - Rockefeller - G7/8/9 - Five eyes - World Health Organization - Texas Oil - JFK - Jekyll Island - Protocols of the elders of Zion - Saxe-Coburg-Gotha family - Crown - City of London - Monsanto - SMOM - League of Nations/United Nations - CFR - NATO - Trilateral Commission - IMF - Federal Reserve - Aspen Institute - Lucis Trust - Club of Rome - Magic - New Age - Alice Bailey - Kaballah - Maitraya - Lucifer - Anton Lavey - Manly P. Hall - Morals and Dogma - Council of 13 - Norvus Ordo Seclorum.

There was no beggining and no end. But it was all connected, every last piece down to the tiniest, linked in skillful dissection.

There is no way Maura could describe the next few minutes, there is no graph or chart or scientific experiment that can explain the intricate workings of a brain when it is bombarded with so much confounding information at one time.

Maura's defense mechanisms began to collapse instantly, those self made protections we create within us to keep us safe and to meet our needs. Her emotions switching at random. Disbelief, shock, anger, disbelief, betrayal, fear, horror, sadness, hurt. U
nsure if her mind wanted to fight or flee while her body remained motionless, unmoving, calm as if completely unaware of the war going on somewhere within itself. The desertion of old beliefs, the ideas presented by society and the consequences of opposition to it. The outside world Maura knew began to unravel as she began to question everything she thought she knew, all of it...and she began to feel nauseated, the wall invading her mind relentlessly, saturating her, the edges of her vision narrowing, the giant black spiderweb blurring as it seemed to move towards her, she was overwhelmed, sickeningly so.
The very idea of such a monstrous worldwide conspiracy disturbs even the bravest man or woman, shatters comfort zones. The security of the known world shattered into a million pieces never to be put back together the same way, leaving a person emotionally exposed and raw.

She wasn't sure how long she stood there with her eyes closed trying to regain some semblance of order, of control, trying to compartmentalize, to give her brain any room to breathe, to process.
She felt numb with anxiety, she felt sick.

Then she felt Jane's arms gently slide around her middle pulling her backwards toward the bed. How could Jane know that she was close to transient loss of consciousness.

She relaxed back on the bed against Jane's body and was glad Jane didn't let go but held her tightly resting her chin and cheek against Maura's shoulder. The comfort alone calmed her. That it was Jane, exceedingly more.

"I don't understand", Maura uttered breathlessly

Jane squeezed her tighter unsure what to say, unsure how much Maura understood, believed even. Also unsure if Maura was referring to her gallimaufry achievement on the wall or referring to the reason that she had been turning white and her legs barely supporting her.

They stayed cuddled together for some time, Maura staring at the wall blankly, unconsciously fiddling with Jane's wrist strap with one hand and stroking circles on Jane's forearm with the other and Jane content just holding Maura tightly against her body.

Joe Friday : I am NOT deceived

1nC0gn1t0 : Self-deception, the tendency to want to believe in the lie, to want to remain convinced 'all-is-well' regardless of the evidence to the contrary, it's the greatest weapon they have against us. Truth that affects security or rattles nerves is truth that must be rejected. Essentially there are two choices when one, after much research, finds an inconvenient truth...to outrightly reject the truth itself, or accept it along with the ramifications and complications that come along with it.

Joe Friday : I accept the truth. But I think you're wrong about some of this...stuff...some of these conspiracies. You can't be right. Surely people would know.

1nC0gn1t0 : Ego plays a huge rule in dismissal of truth also. To realize we, even the smartest among us, has been somewhat naive, has been duped. It's a really hard thing to face. Humbling even. But when you realize that this agenda has been at play for hundreds of years almost completely uninterrupted, although disturbing by that merit alone, means we are not alone in being deceived. Then you can move from disbelief and hurt to anger and indignation.

Joe Friday : I don't have an ego here. Has no-one tried to stop it? To warn people? To wake them up?

1nC0gn1t0 : I almost wish I could say no one has tried to stop it. Many many have, but sadly many don't want to wake up, and those that DO expose the secret agendas usually end up paying for it...with their life. And often their sacrifice is in vain, that book they wrote read only by a few, that blog they posted or video they put online, shut down or deleted. Their good name smeared by a heinous lie. Their jobs taken away, bankrupted, destroyed.

Joe Friday : These chats don't ever make me feel better about the world, or my life

1nC0gn1t0 : Were they meant to?

Joe Friday : Can we stop them, can I do anything against the powerful, evil and rich people?

1nC0gn1t0 : Probably not. Their tentacles are everywhere. But it is possible to fight back...still. They will continue faster and stronger if no one opposes them. Exposing them, bringing it into the light, that we can do. And when the light shines on cockroaches they scurry away and hide too. Right now they believe they are unseen, unknown, all powerful and invincible...

Joe Friday : 'The simple act of a courageous individual is to not take part in the lie, one word of truth outweighs the World'. Alexander Solzhenitsyn said that.

1nC0gn1t0 : And the truth shall set you free...

"The real menace of our republic is this invisible government which like a giant octopus sprawls its slimy length over city, state and nation.
Like the octopus of real life, it operates under cover of a self created screen...
At the head of this octopus are the Rockefeller Standard Oil interests and a small group of powerful banking houses generally referred to as international bankers.
The little coterie of powerful international bankers virtually run the United States government for their own selfish purposes. They practically control both political parties." - John F. Hylan - New York City Mayor, 1922

...to be continued...