Paradise Found

by Robert Eversfield

Marlborough
R E M Francis
2010
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First volume of Pongbourne dialogues.

Copyright © 2010 by Robert Eversfield Manley Francis

Published by
R.E.M.Francis & Co
mail@remfrancis.co.uk
http://www.remfrancis.co.uk

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Dedicated to the memory of people murdered by the

crooks behind the Great Money Scam, which provides
the contention of this work. Although this novel is a
work of fiction, nothing should be construed as being
true, it is dedicated to voicing their dialogue. You
might find their true views by accessing some of the
Google Tags in italics. All else you read here is pure
fantasy, and entirely fictional imagineering.

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For the love of money is the root of all evil: which

while some coveted after, they have erred from faith,
and pierced themselves through with many
sorrows. Timothy 6:10

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 Dream of flying

We mostly take our world for granted, even when

we feel ourselves to be a complete stranger to it,
and that is the nub of my theme. I shall start at
the beginning of my story, when I was staying in
my old family home, which my mother had to sell
shortly after the War, before I had any say in the
matter. Recent owners had converted our old
manor house into a comfortable guesthouse, and
doctors and friends thought a return to my old
roots might speed my recovery. The truth was I
had lost my memory, losing all that I had taken
for granted. Although my rooms were very much
to my liking, where I could rest in peace, the old
place was only vaguely familiar, in the sense that
I wanted to remain there. Pongbourne manor is
the kind of place many people would wish take for
granted, and stay for a very long time.
I slept very well the first few days of my
stay, and did not have the dreadful nightmares I
had since my accident. These were not considered
bad in themselves, and even regarded as part of
the recovery process, but were not bringing back
my memories. This problem had reached a point
where my physical recovery was beginning to
suffer, and why friends kindly suggested I spend
some time back at my old home, a place I had
loved so much as a child. Pongbourne was also
where I would be under the medical care of an old
childhood doctor friend of mine.
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My story starts on my tenth night, when the

rain had been pelting down most of the afternoon
and evening. I had retired early, and had fallen
asleep during a thunder storm. That was quite
easy. Storms may come and go in old stone
manor houses, because thick walls rarely disturb
sleepers to the extent they do to people living in
modern little brick boxes of the present day. The
Manor House was surrounded by an estate of such
houses, and I did not envy these people, as I
retired to my comfortable bed.
This time my nightmare was not about
trying to control a motor car, but an aeroplane,
and this aircraft was very heavy. I could hear the
roar of many engines, as I was frantically pulling
back on the stick. I could hear voices telling me
what to do. It was no use, I thought, we were
going to crash. Then a commanding voice said,
'Push it forward, then back!' which I instantly did.
The engines almost immediately told me we were
out of danger, and the plane was beginning to
establish level flight. Shortly after that, I could
see the sea below, and wondered, ‘How on earth
do I manage to land this thing?’ and woke up
suddenly, in a somewhat excited state. I sat up,
putting my feet on the floor, and thought through
the dream. The storm had passed, and it was now
all peaceful and quiet. This nightmare greatly
puzzled me, because I had never flown an aircraft
in my life. What could this dream mean? It was so
real. When would these bad dreams end?

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By then, I needed to freshen up, and put

the bad dream behind me, so I made my sleepy
way to find the bathroom, stumbling into the
mirror that barred my way, cordoning off the
domestic part of the house, from my own wing.
Nothing happened! I appeared to go right through
it. 'Surely, I must be still dreaming,’ I thought,
and carried on walking, becoming more surprised
how much I knew my way around this part of the
house. This gave me some comfort. My memories
were coming back to me, if only in sleep.
By the time I finished in the bathroom,
everything had became more real and familiar.
When I came back along the corridor, I saw no
signs of the mirror that should have barred my
way. This was most odd how things had changed.
Then I took a quick look out of the window by my
bedroom door. Again, I found a much different
view from the one I had seen only a few hours
before. The moonlit scene was almost the same
rural view I remembered as a child. I thoughtfully
returned to my bed, immediately falling into a
deep comforting sleep.

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 A different world

I woke very refreshed the following Saturday

morning, and my bedroom was even more
delightfully quiet than the day before. I took a
quick peep through the curtains. The sun was
shining on a clear day, and in the centre of my
view was a large cedar tree, with many oaks in a
meadow behind. However, I failed to see the
estate of little box houses of the day before: They
had all vanished. I wondered where all the people
would be, and drew the curtains a little further, to
study my bedroom more closely. It soon became
obvious to me that my room was not as it was the
day before. One of the doors, that was blocked up
yesterday, was now in use. I guessed it probably
led to an adjoining dressing room, and took a
peep. I was already beginning to think of a world
I had known the day before, and the world I could
see that day. Was I dreaming? Have I gone mad?
Is this insanity? I returned to bed, still thinking I
might still be asleep.
I was dozing off, when somebody knocked
gently on my bedroom door. I replied very simply,
'Come!' and as the door opened a little, a voice
said,
‘Lady Agnes says the Doctor will call around
eight, and I am to bring your breakfast after she
leaves. Would that be all right Sir?’ peeping in the
door slightly, and I quickly replied,
‘That would be most agreeable!’ and my
visitor was gone in a flash.
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Strangely, I had no means of knowing the

time: My watch was no longer by my bed, but
judged it must be almost eight. I could not help
wondering whether my doctor would be my friend
Mary, now retired, living in Pongbourne village,
who had looked after me the previous week. We
had lost contact, when mother had to sell up, and
Mary had remained at Pongbourne village, where
her father was the local doctor. Mary eventually
had her own medical career to attend to, greatly
contrasting with my own jumble of various jobs,
which had made up my otherwise interesting life.
I did not have long to wait for her knock on
my door. When Mary entered, she was certainly
the same Mary I had known, but looked different
in many ways I could not make out at first.
‘Your sister said you had been up in the
night,’ she said, taking a closer look at me.
‘Yes, I had a bad dream, and needed to
freshen up, and break the spell. The storm had
passed, and I went back to bed, and slept very
well after that.’
‘That is a relief!’
We then eyed each other more thoroughly.
It was very clear to me that she could see I was
not entirely the same person she had seen the
day before. I could see many differences in her.
She was definitely the same Mary I had known,
only she was more relaxed, less worn, definitely
more at home, and certainly more confident in her
manner with me. Mary had always been uncertain

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of herself with my family. Now she was certain of

me. This was a good start.
‘How is your memory Frank?’
‘I appear to have it back, but not the
memory of this world, the world in which I now
find myself. My memory is of another world.’
Mary did not batter an eyelid, and took my
pulse, in a businesslike way, which gave her time
to think what to say, then gave me another good
look, and said,
‘You certainly look a different person. It is
difficult saying what, but you look more out of this
world, alienated even, not quite at home in your
usual way. There are also lines on your face, that
were not there yesterday. At least your having a
memory is an improvement. Tell me about your
bad dream.’
‘I was flying a large aircraft, which was in
difficulties and about to crash. I avoided crashing
by pushing the stick forward, then pulling it back.
The plane leveled off for a time, and I woke up
worrying how to get it down over water.’
‘It was a flying boat then?’
‘Yes, Mary’
‘This might make sense of your crash. It
would appear that somebody had tampered with
your steering wheel. You avoided a worse crash
by suddenly turning the wheel one way, then the
other, unlocking it, avoiding a head on collision,
but you went over a bank, virtually flying your
vehicle through the air, until you landed with a

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nasty bump. It is not surprising you would lose

your memory.’
‘Except Mary, I am now back with memories
of a different world, and it is quite possible that I
crashed differently in that one,’ I said mystified,
only half comprehending what I was saying.
‘Yes,’ said Mary, in her mock pompous way,
when she was not quite sure what to make of me.
‘We have much to discuss, and I think it would be
a good idea if you do not mention any of this to
your family. Carry on as if you have still lost your
memory: letting everybody assume you are
recovering naturally.’
I thought over what she said in silence.
‘Now have a good breakfast, when I leave,
then attend to your papers downstairs in your
study, then get out and about. Let others tell you
what you need to know. I shall tell everybody that
you are quite fine, but for a slight problem with
your memory. You have every reason to forget
many things, after the great shock of losing your
wife. Everybody knows how much you loved and
depended on Jane.’
I nodded, puzzled at the mention of Jane.
‘Who knocked at my door first thing?’
‘That was Colin. He has been your personal
servant ever since you were married, and has
been deeply concerned about you: Ask him
everything you need to know.’ I nodded, whilst
she took charge. ‘We shall talk later, when I
would like to hear more about your changes of
reality experience. You should take everything for
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granted, let others do the same, and that is what

I shall tell everybody downstairs. We shall have to
work out your differences of memory later,’ and
Mary quickly left, still greatly puzzled.

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 Breakfast with The Times

I was just dozing off again, when I heard a sound

in my dressing room, and rose to see who was
busy putting out my breakfast things. I opened
the door to my dressing room, and entered. Colin
looked up from what he was doing, anticipating
my memory problem, said,
‘Colin, Sir!’ pronouncing it with a slight
colonial accent, suggesting North America, of
mixed ethnicity, possibly Red Indian.
‘How long have we been together Colin,’ I
asked, in an equally matter of fact sort of way. He
looked down to think, and replied,
‘Since you came down Sir, and published
your first book on rackets. Your grandfather
thought it a good idea to encourage you further.
You had met your wife by then, and she was
already helping you with your writing. The two of
us went together,’ pausing, ‘so your grandfather
said. He was very proud of you; how you had
managed to get so far, after so much hard work. I
was his idea of giving you a very extra reward,’
adding finally, after another pause, ‘As for me, he
told me he was determined to rescue me from the
Whig Republic, and your grandfather was never
an easy man to refuse.’
‘You are quite happy here, and we do get
on?’ I asked, still thinking of my previous world,
and attitudes to people who employ servants.
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‘Yes Sir, we have done very well. As your

dear wife use to say, it has been the most perfect
partnership; all harmony.’
At that point, Colin changed gear,
‘Lady Agnes insists I run your bath, directly
you have finished breakfast, and I must put out a
complete change of linen,’ looking at me with a
smile and conspiratorial air.
‘Make it so Colin! Assure my dear sister that
I agree with her orders.’
We both chuckled, as he left the room,
leaving me to contemplate my breakfast. Colin
had placed The Times there, and I was pleasantly
surprised to discover that it was still a large
substantial newspaper, and had classified ads on
the outer pages. It was relief to find that there
had been no Lord Thompson changes to this
newspaper in this world. I immediately turned it
inside out, with an old familiar flourish, and made
a start in reading the Editorials, a habit I deeply
regret having lost many years ago. I decided that
reading The Times each day, would be one way I
would get used to my new world order, as I had
done previously in my old.
The first Editorial dealt with assassinations,
and apparently, there had been enough of them
to alarm even the British public. The Editorial was
well balanced, in an objectively moral kind of way,
but without cant. It was not politically correct in
any ideological sense, which was another relief.
This Editorial raised issues how Parliament
was going to deal with this difficult assassination
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problem, mentioning their main article of the day.

A Tory government was calling for extreme
measures, whilst the Whigs were much more
cautious. It became obvious that the Editor was
Whig, and mentioned a new House of Lords Select
Committee on Assassinations, and a Frankist
Study Group. My immediate inference was that
Frankist and Socialist were connected, and this
brought back memories of what I had been
studying, only a week or so before my accident,
which to my great surprise, I could remember.
The second Editorial dealt with what they
called the dangers of “Social Atomisation,” called
the “Individualism of the Old Order.” I could not
entirely follow what was said, but it was mainly an
attack on building too many separate houses on
much needed farm land. This rang a few bells.
This editorial was really an appeal to keep to the
present very sensible policy of keeping society
together, where individuals could evolve within a
community. They were opposed to following old
patterns, which never worked in the Old Order, in
the high opinion of the Editor. This appeared to be
a pompous way of criticising Tory Jerry builders
and speculators, who wished to build housing for
profit on good land.
The last Editorial was very much in a biting
satirical vein, poking fun at people who would like
to return to what they called the “the old order of
usury capitalism.” This Editorial was not sparing
the sensibilities of those who wanted to return to
the Old Order, and offered to invent money out of
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nothing, of any amount that the reader cared to

demand, providing lenders paid yearly interest on
the amount they required. Lenders would also
have to put down sufficient solid security to cover
the amount of the loan, and pay off the money,
within a defined time, or take out another loan.
Making this offer, was conditional upon everybody
asking their MP to pass a Bill through Parliament,
reversing the Usury Laws, and giving The Times
sole right to issue money out of nothing.

“Furthermore we would be prepared to drop

the need for security in the case of lending to
governments. The income of the nation would be
sufficient security to cover all money issued by us,
by reintroducing income tax, provided that
Parliament prevents the Treasury issuing money
of its own, or by borrowing from the banks. We
would strongly object to anybody else inventing
money out of nothing, which would kill our infant
usury business stone dead.”

They then rammed home the final sting,

“This is not to forget our need to conceal

the excessive profits, which we would be able to
receive from having this last remaining cartel
monopoly. However, by giving us this national
cartel monopoly over the issuance of money, we
would require Parliament to bring back the old
highly complex obfuscating Finance Acts, and

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prevent the tax paying public from discovering

how they were being cheated.”

I put the paper down, and addressed my

breakfast: This Editorial was heady stuff, and I
had to think it out over a good breakfast. It was
obvious to me that this biting Editorial had been
attacking the present Tory government, against
introducing measures, which The Times opposed.
Looking down from my breakfast room
window, I could see all the work of the estate,
and a lady walking her dog. My attention was also
caught by the meadow beyond, where horses
were warming up for the day. It looked like I was
still fond of horses, and my beloved Pongbourne
bred them again. As this lady turned, and walked
back towards the house, she looked up and we
made eye contact. We instantly recognised each
other. She was my sister Agnes, although she
appeared more matronly, and more relaxed than
when I saw her only few weeks ago. Now she had
no hardened business woman look about her, and
I remembered how her male colleagues had called
her Mother in one organisation she had run, very
successfull. All the same, Agnes still had a bossy
elder sister look about her, which I knew so well
as a child, and was most probably checking up on
me. I tucked in, and thoroughly enjoyed every
morsel of my breakfast. It was like old times. I
might have only memories of another world, but I
was becoming much more at home in this one.

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After breakfast, I did exactly what my sister had

commanded, and had a good bath, a change of
fresh linen, and felt thoroughly relaxed after it all.
It was also pleasant to discover that I had a very
good tailor in this world, even for my summer
wear. Although the month was August, Colin told
me that the weather was not very warm, and
offered suitable wear for that day. It would always
be fine by me what he put out, because I was
quite hopeless about clothes. Leaving the matter
to experts sounded a very good idea. At last, at
the age of 65, I would be properly dressed.
Colin had also drawn the curtains, so he
could open the windows wide, made my bed, and
made my room tidy, before rushing off to arrange
other things. I was in good capable hands.
Before leaving my rooms, I took a very
good look out of the main bedroom window,
taking in what I was going to have to accept
about my new world. It was fine sight, and felt
fortified by it. Then after a few more thoughtful
moments, I made my way down stairs to face the
world. I found that Agnes was on the phone, as I
passed through the hall, and she waved a mock
kiss at me, calling out,
‘Many Happy Returns Francis!’
I briefly nodded back, displaying my correct
change of clothes, and went into the study. Our
main study had been my grandfather's, before he
died, and my mother's, before she had to sell the
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property. It only occurred to me at that moment

how it was now mine. So after closing the door, I
took a good look round. This study room would
provide many clues to understanding my new life,
which had changed very little. It was like stepping
back into my past. Colin had placed The Times on
a small table, by a comfortable wing chair. I was
apparently the same creature of dull habits, and
finished my daily read here in my study. My desk
had a pile of letters waiting for me to open. There
were birthday cards all over the place. Also upon
the desk, were two photograph frames, which
were face down. Examining these would be my
first clues to finding out about myself.
I lifted one, and took a good look. It was of
me, many years ago, with a delightful girl by my
side, who had a glint of humour in her eyes, and
was enjoying every minute. I put the frame back
on the desk standing upright. I lifted the other
frame. This was of three people, this time with the
same girl, but taken years later. The other two in
the picture were obviously her children, a boy and
a girl. They both had the same innocent glint of
humour in their eyes, and they all appeared to be
enjoying every moment. It was a real delightful
picture, a real conversation piece, and I put that
back upright on the desk.
I then sat down at my desk, and took a
good look round. By my side were bookcases, and
I could see a number of books in easy prominent
positions, all by Frank Roberts. I looked at the
titles, and found that many were titles of subjects
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I would like to write myself. I found the book on

rackets, called Rackets People Run, which Colin
had mentioned. This was published in 1964, which
was in reply to Games People Play by Eric Berne. I
then looked for Berne's book, and found that he
published his book in 1959, and remembered that
this was some five years earlier than he published
his famous book in my own world. Something had
happened to allow Berne to write his book five
years earlier. This was the beginning of my clue
building in comparing two worlds.
At that moment, Agnes came into the room,
to remind me that I had an appointment with
Dawes to go up to Abbey to meet some Colleger
people at 10.30. I did not ask her who Dawes
was, assuming he was staff, and might conduct
this business for me. She also told me that lunch
would be prompt today, and would I give the
library a miss this afternoon, because she had a
Tory hen party, and I might drop my usual Whig
clangers, enjoying a sisterly dig at our obvious
political differences. Percy wanted her to talk to
some local Pongs into supporting the Party.
Assuming I should know what she was talking
about, I nodded neutral assent, as if I had been
quite used to her taking over the political life of
Pongbourne. She then added that Jill might be a
little late today, to help with my mail.
After Agnes left, I sat back in my chair
again, thinking over how Agnes had acquired a
much fuller and stately manner in this world. She
was obviously married. She had nearly married
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Percy Talbot in my previous world, whom she had

known since childhood. Percy decided to marry
somebody else at the last minute, and Agnes had
become somewhat bitter, blaming his change of
heart upon our reduced circumstances. She never
really considered marriage after that, because
men tended to be put off of by her somewhat
abrupt and bossy manner. Instead, she went into
a number of organisations, running them like an
estate she might have had.
Obviously, Agnes had found fulfillment in
being married to Percy, even though we had
found Percy a bit of a fool as children. He suited
her. She was still the same bossy sister, but had
acquired an element of self-mockery here, and
able to accept her own faults. Agnes certainly had
no reason to feel bitter. Percy was no doubt a bit
of a handful, but she could manage him. Agnes
was always completely at home in the world of
country estates, like so many other ladies of
strong character. Foolish husbands were only a
part of what they had to manage. Knowing that
my sister was at home, made me feel all the more
at home, despite the fact I had such an awesome
amount of information to find out.
I was still lost in thought, when Jill stepped
into the room, and could see who she was from
her photograph before me. She took the scene in
immediately, and quickly came over to me, giving
me a quick kiss on the top of my head, and
picking up my mail.
‘But you have not opened any of this.’
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‘But your aunt said you would be late,’ I

replied, not knowing what tone to adopt to a
daughter I had never met before.
‘Thinking!’ she replied, with a humorous
emphasis, accepting her statement as explaining
everything, and started to open my mail.
‘You and Dawes have an appointment with
the Society of Collegers in half an hour, so we had
best run through this lot quickly.’
‘Is it that late?’ I replied.
She smiled back at me with the same glint
in her eyes I could see in her photograph. I was
to find out later that Jill always had a cheerful and
delightful charitable sense of humour, and it was
with everybody.
We quickly went through my mail, and most
of it was disposed of quickly. Jill had been running
this side of things since the loss of her mother. I
later discovered that Agnes had come down to
manage the house around about the same time.
Dawes managed the estate, without much need of
supervision, because running the estate worked
like clockwork.
Jill told me that one letter was important, in
confirming I had an early morning appointment
with a Detective Inspector Prasad of Scotland
Yard on Monday, at my London residence at
Pongbourne House. On hearing this, I was so
pleased to find out that we had not sold Pongo. I
had thoroughly enjoyed my childhood run of our
London residence, before my mother had to sell
that as well, when it had been sold to a firm, who
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turned it into offices, and car showrooms. I could

never go near the place after that. The thought of
destroying so many childhood memories was too
much for me.
Jill interrupted my thoughts,
‘Monday afternoon, you also have an
appointment with your old Cambridge Hebrew
tutor, Prof, now Lord, Solomon Bekov,’ then
adding, ‘I wonder what that old Sol wants,’
looking at me inquisitively, and I looking back
blankly. ‘I understand,’ she said slowly, rising,
with my bundle of letters, ‘that after Matins on
Sunday, you are going up to London with your
ever loyal Dr. Watson, dear Aunt Mary.’ I did a
vague nod, and rose too. It was all new to me,
but I had to give the impression I was the same
person, and had no desire to spoil Jill's illusions.
Mary had insisted on that.
As Jill was leaving, her eye caught
something by my wing chair,
‘I see the light is flashing. Your carriage is
waiting Daddy, and you had best not keep the old
boys waiting up at the Abbey,’ and as she made
for the door, I quickly followed her, hoping that I
would not have to ask her where my carriage
would be waiting.

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Jill led me directly to where Dawes was waiting,

beside an open carriage. He nodded respectively
‘Miss Jill!’ and then ‘Sir!’ to me, and I nodded
back, stepping up into the carriage, and sitting
down. Dawes followed me in. I felt brave enough
to say, ‘Thank you Dawes!’ and he said to the
driver, ‘All right Jinx, off to the Abbey!’ and off we
went.
‘We are meeting the Collegers at around
eleven, Sir, and I explained to them that we
should be with them for about an hour at the
most. They know most of your objections, and
appear most agreeable to meet you on those
points. I shall take the lead Sir, if you like?’ he
asked, turning round to look at me more squarely.
‘Fine! Fine!’ I replied staring straight ahead,
nervously sitting back in my seat, as the carriage
moved forward.
It was only when I started to take in this
view of my new world, that I noticed that there
was very little noise, and the air was like wine,
although there was a slight breeze, which was
pleasant and soft. Everywhere looked washed
after the rain of the day before, and the road was
even more so, and had the look of being washed
over countless decades, and I wondered why
everywhere was so clean. The air smelt so pure,
so much so that I could breathe deeply, without
usual feelings of unpleasantness, which I had not
known since my early childhood in Powys, where
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the air was always so much cleaner than the rest

of the country. Since then, I had found only
Shaftesbury had air like this. I was soon to find
out why this was so.
About a mile or so out, we should have
passed under a recently built motorway, which
was one of those ghastly costly ravishes of the
beautiful English countryside my generation had
come to accept as progress. The railways had
been bad enough, a century or so before, but they
had caused only the minimum of pollution. Having
begun destroying our system of railways, we then
started to build these monstrosities all over the
place, taking air and noise pollution into places
where no pollution had gone before. I was glad to
find out that no motorway crossed my property,
on my first day.
When we entered the Abbey grounds, I
could see some kind of omnibus vehicle, with
elderly people slowly emerging from it, talking
earnestly amongst themselves. I gestured to
Dawes to go over to greet them, leaving me to
follow him more discreetly.
‘I shall leave you to cover the ground, and
come in later, when some loose ends might need
my voice,’ I said, hoping I was covering myself.
I had no idea what they were doing here,
and had no idea how to find out. Asking Dawes
directly might have given the whole game away. I
thought it was possible that this appointment had
been made by me, even recently, so I could not
fall back on excuses of amnesia.
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Dawes went over to them, and instantly

engaged them in conversation, leading them off
to see more of the ruin. I followed at a discreet
distance, taking in the state of the property, and
drawing upon my memory.
I remembered the history of our estate, and
how our first John Roberts had bought the Abbey
in the sixteenth century. Thomas Cromwell had
even slept at Pongbourne, and they had some
distant relationship, so a deal had been be made
between them. My ancestor took over the whole
estate of the Abbey, and Cromwell went off with
the lead from the roofs, and treasures from the
Abbey. At this time, there were not many choir
monks in residence, and so it was an easy matter
of employing the lay staff. Some of these lay staff
had descendants working for my family, at the
time my mother had to sell up.
I then remember we had employed a man
named Dawes, who must have been the father or
grandfather of Dawes. It was very difficult telling
the age of Dawes. He had an ageless, oak-like
frame. It was true to say that the Pongbourne
Abbey Estate was as much his property, as it was
mine, because we served the same living.
I then remembered that the Abbey was in
dispute with the people of Pongbourne and
Pongbridge in the fifteenth century. The latrines
had been the cause of the problem. Some claimed
this to be why the river bore the name Pong, and
there were other niggling matters, which my
ancestor knew all about. Jack Robert’s family
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came from Wales with the Tudors, who were not

too fussy how they acquired their wealth. Land
was land, and this Abbey land was good soil. Jack
was a younger son, and had befriended Thomas
Cromwell at a convenient time. He was soon to
befriend others, before Thomas Cromwell fell, and
Jack managed to survive into the next reign, of
Elizabeth. Pongbourne then became the base
upon which his descendants made their fortune,
and bought more land. It made a good living, as
they say. Our stock tended to be solid, and they
certainly did not dawdle. We plodded through
English history, without too much fuss, providing
the main backbone of the nation. That was until
the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. The
Pongbourne Roberts were never able to work out
what happened to them after that. English History
gradually appeared to conspire against them, and
I inherited this conspiracy theory in my blood.
After about twenty minutes, I could see that
Dawes was coming close to needing assistance,
and could hear him describing the sort of college
that was agreed at Pongbourne. It was time for
me to step in, although I would not say too much.
History was my best resort, and so I stepped in
amongst them, and said,
‘Gentleman, as you may know, the first
thing you will have to attend to is the services.
We do not want you starting off on the wrong foot
with the local community, although foot is not
exactly the right word.’

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This caused a slight chuckle, not being the

height of wit, but expressed a pleasant sense of
humour on my part. Dawes beamed, having dealt
with this issue in some depth, and was relieved
that I raised this as my first priority. They would
have to consider how to put in proper drains,
before they could even start thinking of building
their college.
One venerable looking gentleman then
raised the issue of my family being willing to bind
over the Abbey site to their care. This was a lucky
question, because I knew we were bound never to
sell the Abbey, without the lawful consent of
Parliament and Sovereign.
So I assumed we were still governed by an
old private agreement, that protects us from the
perilous political dangers of Papists reestablishing
what was disestablished at the Reformation.
‘As you all may know, gentleman, when you
build your college, you will have the full use of the
property for a token rent. However, you will be
bound by the same laws that my family have been
governed since the Reformation: This means that
you may not change the use of your college into
an unlawful political or religious purpose.’
My statement caused a certain amount of
consternation, with more than a few of the old
men, which suggested to me that some of them
might have had some unlawful purpose in mind.
Dawes discreetly closed our meeting after that,
when some of them were prepared to dispute
what I said.
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Dawes and I then quickly made our way

back to our carriage, leaving them to talk over
what had transpired. I decided to walk back to
Pongbourne Manor. It was a delightful day, not
too hot, and I needed time to think. The spare
hour or so was an ideal opportunity to explore my
property between the Abbey and the Manor.
Dawes could see that I was now in good
humour, and cracked a joke about sending out
the troops, if I lost my way. I cracked back that I
did not wish to be late for lunch, with my sister in
command. At this, Dawes clambered up next to
Jinx, and off they went, leaving me to return to
the Abbey ruins, making my way to the path that
led home to the Manor. This walk would be a good
time to recall my memory, as well as explore the
surrounding countryside. I needed to ground
myself thoroughly in my new world.

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The way back to the Manor was straighter than

the way we had come, which had been by dirt
road, skirting the village of Pongbourne. As I
began making my way back, I remembered how
Mary and I had often met at the Abbey for
childhood meetings, coming by our separate
paths, leaving by the same routes. We guessed
the Abbey had some dark secret that had not
come down to us, and only knew that it had born
the name of Strata Rosa. We had all sorts of
games to play in the name of the Rose, in
between our usual eating of the fruits of the
fields, such as hazel nuts and blackberries, which
you may suspect, provided our real reason for
meeting at the Abbey. My sister Agnes was never
in on these secret meetings, and had kept a slight
distance from Mary, always referring to her as
“your friend” rather than calling her by her name.
After a short distance after leaving the
Abbey, I soon came to the Pilgrims Way, which
crossed my path to the Manor. It was here that
wild rose bushes were quite plentiful, and I knew
that both red and white roses were growing at
this particular spot. It had come down to us that
this was to make sure that the Abbey was not
suspected of supporting one side or the other
during the War of the Roses. It was when the
Tudors came to the throne, and Jack Roberts
came to Pongbourne, that he was responsible for
making sure that Tudor roses led to the Abbey as
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well, despite the fact he had been instrumental in

turning it into a ruin. It appeared odd, that the
whole of the walk along the Pilgrims Way had
occasional wild roses, but only here were they in
such glorious profusion. Roses were a code for
something. What was it? I had never lived long
enough at Pongbourne to find out.
Because I had not entirely accepted the fact
that I was living in a totally different world, I
decided to walk along the Pilgrims Way to get a
better view of the surrounding countryside, and it
was possible to get a better view from a small
incline called Roselings, barely half a mile away
from the roses. I thought it might be possible to
discover whether there was a motorway nearby.
When the projected motorway had been in the
planning stages, objectors had included the whole
of the rural community, including Pongbourne
village, the town people of Pongbridge, and
included myself, then living in far away Cobham,
Kent. Other routes had been suggested by the
objectors, and possibly in this world, we had won,
and the ghastly motorway might be visible many
miles away from Pongbourne.
The view from Roselings was splendid. Who
could possibly wish to destroy such countryside? I
could see for many miles, clear after the rain, and
could not see a thing in sight, which suggested a
motorway, or even a road that was busy with the
noisy poisonous traffic. I then looked towards the
town of Pongbridge, and saw a long train of
yellow carriages, leaving in the London direction,
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and incredibly it was pulled by what looked like a

steam locomotive, but there was very little or no
smoke coming from it. I could hear it, such was
the silence. Then looking in many other directions,
I could see no sign of vehicle traffic of any kind,
and thought that only very evil forces could wish
to change this divine country, creating the Britain
I had known.
After enjoying this view for some time, I
made my way back to the rose bushes, and set
off for the Manor. On the walk back I had to
decide a number of things.
First, I had to decide that I was not
dreaming, or was I mad, and decided that this
was not madness, this was extreme sanity, and
was far too real to be a dream.
Second, I shall need a guide in this world,
or people may think I am mad, when talking
about my experience. Mary was obviously going
to have to be my guide, my Dr. Watson, as Jill
called her.
Third, it was becoming more obvious to me
that I was on the point of discovering a number of
very important things, before my accident. It was
even quite possible that the other Frank Roberts
was at the same point of discovery. Our souls
switching bodies across different worlds might be
in some way connected. Here there might be
coincidences to explore.
Lastly, there must some divine reason for
my being here, because such things do not just
happen. Somebody always makes things happen.
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I had to accept my position as somebody chosen

by some divine purpose, and was called to do
something in this world, that I was unable to do in
my own. This might also apply to the other Frank
Roberts. Was he now in my old world doing
something that he was called to do?
By the time I arrived back, I was decided
about most of these, although still overwhelmed
by questions. When did this world diverge from
my own? That was a question I was asking myself
all the time. If only I knew some answers, this
would help me to avoid falling into too many
errors. It was quite possible that Mary and I did
not share the same childhood: I was not the same
person she had known, and she had her childhood
with the other Frank Roberts. Mary and I could be
assuming we shared certain things, but did not.
We should find out when our worlds diverged,
establishing our relationship on a sound basis.
This was another reason why I needed Mary, who
was the only person I could trust.
Over lunch, I was still thinking things over
very deeply, and was relieved to find that Agnes
and everybody accepted my life long habit of
thoughtful silences. We hardly exchanged more
than a few words. What we did exchange was
Agnes telling me “your friend” had met Phibbs in
Pongbridge, and had something to bring over next
week. Phibbs would be our family solicitor. Agnes
assured me that Phibbs had taken care of certain
papers of mine: Possibly, he was going to return
them next week.
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I found that piece of news very important,

because these papers might reveal clues to what
the other Frank was doing, before his accident. I
was guessing, upon the basis of my Coincidence
Thesis, that Frank Roberts was probably on the
point of making the same discoveries I had at the
same time of my accident. I knew that I could not
see Phibbs straight away, because I was off to
London directly after church on Sunday, and left
Agnes to arrange this meeting for me.
After lunch, I decided to get in touch with
Mary, before settling down to reading The Times.
Settling into my easy wing chair in my study, I
noticed that before me was a control box with
named lights of three colours. It was not very
difficult working out what these three colours
meant. So I pushed my own button light until it
went green, and then settled back in my chair to
read. Within a minute or so, a green light marked
Mary was flashing, so I pressed her button, and
spoke rather loudly,
‘Yes Mary?’
Her voice came back instantly,
‘You received my message about Phibbs?’
‘Yes! Phibbs probably has some papers he
took, on the day of Frank's accident, and probably
had instructions to do so. Do you know anything
about these papers?’
‘Not entirely,’ she returned, with a
suggestion of mock pomposity creeping into her
voice, ‘although I may make a reasonable guess

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that these papers may contain something to do

with your next book on the Sabbs.’
‘Sabbs!’ I repeated. ‘I am not sure what
Sabbs are, and it sounds like we are talking about
Sabbatarians.’
‘No! No! Sabbs was originally our shortened
term for Sabbateans or Sabbatians, and our way
avoiding all the different ways of pronouncing and
spelling the disciples of Shabtai Tzvim: the false
messiah of the seventeenth century.’
‘That is interesting, because I have only
recently found out about Sabbateans, who were
secret apostates within the Islamic and Jewish
communities, inverting the Ten Commandments,
turning the Law of Moses on its head.’
‘Top marks Holmes! Sabb is now our generic
term, describing master criminals, involved in all
occult secret organisations. You will be meeting
Sol next Monday, and he will tell you how the
criminal members of the Prusso Teutonic orders
are also included.’
‘Mary, I follow you,’ is all I could reply to
that. ‘Could you come over this evening? We need
to plan next week, and I need Dr. Landau to
become a Dr. Watson.’
‘I think that is elementary my dear Roberts.
Would this evening after dinner be suitable?’
‘Fine! Fine!’ I said eagerly, pushing her
button again. It went amber almost immediately.
I then settled down to read The Times, and
must have fallen asleep almost immediately.

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It was the sound of Agnes and her Tory Pongs

leaving our library that woke me later that
afternoon. I picked up The Times instinctively to
continue my reading. The main article addressed
the number of recent assassinations (mentioned
in the second Editorial), which revealed that the
murderers were still unknown, and suggesting
measures that could or should be introduced, in
comparison with draconian measures suggested
by the government. These measure were then
examined point by point, making it quite obvious
how they would not deal with the problem. Their
argument was that finding the criminals was the
solution: finding the causes of these crimes,
finding the assassins, not gestures of despair,
making life more difficult for the vast majority of
the population, claiming that bringing in the best
brains in the country would “get to the bottom” of
the murders, mentioning the Select Committee of
the House of Lords. The Times claimed that this
Committee had done very little work so far, and
had failed to find the right people, because some
potential members had been murdered before
they even started working for it. However, they
noted, the Committee was a focus, ending with
the point that if the government did not find the
right people, the assassins certainly would.
I had a sense that the author of this article
had some people in mind, but carefully concealed
their identity, by carefully coded references. I
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wondered whom they had in mind. Possibly Frank

had been working in this area, and his accident
was no accident, as Mary had said. I remembered
that my own accident was certainly suspicious,
and came at a time when I was getting to the
bottom of the probable causes of how my world
had reached the stage of becoming hell on earth.
Possibly, Frank and I had found the same people
were behind the crimes of both worlds. Were they
what Mary called Sabbs?
When Colin brought my tea, I was still
reading The Times, and continued reading until he
called me to dinner. There was very little I did not
read that day. It was most unusual for me to read
the whole newspaper, but it was very important
to find out how different this world was from my
own. By the time I had finished reading, I felt
more grounded, and this was an odd experience.
Here I was in a completely strange new world,
and I immediately felt more at home in it.
It was during this first read of The Times
that I found out that the European world was
made up of Christian constitutional monarchies,
which I naturally had no difficulty in accepting, or
that England had reverted to modes of living that
reminded me of the 1870s. On the other hand,
the United States of America appeared to have
evolved its elected imperial Masonic presidency
much further along the wrong line, to a point
where America was called a pseudo democratic
experiment, that was seen as a great sham. This
was showing signs of not working at all, and it
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was the Illuminist conceits that caused the most

hostilities from the other powers in the world.
America was seen now only as a shallow facade of
its former dream, concealing real nasty forces at
work, calling this facet, Plutocratic Fascism. The
Americans compensated by projecting a highly
individualistic parody of collective Narcissism,
whilst covertly rejecting British Whig notions of
republican limited democracy. The article claimed
that everybody in the world could see the sham:
Nobody pretended otherwise. America was in a
crisis, and had lost all its former moral influence
in the world. The picture described was as if the
American people had imported a Whig caricature
of Tory George the Third into power, still with all
his Bolingbroke illusions, unshaken by any Whig
colonial revolt.
When I broke off for dinner, I thought over
these matters in silence, which Agnes accepted,
without our exchanging more than a few words. I
was thankful for this, because I did not wish to
give too much away. It was fortunate that Agnes
always had her mind otherwise occupied. So after
dinner, I quickly returned to my study, waiting for
Mary. I first needed to think over a number of
questions to ask her, which might give me a more
objective assessment. It was possible that The
Times was not accurate in so much of what it
presented. During the twenties and thirties, the
newspaper had been way out of line. It was more
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When Mary joined me, I was wondering how

the Christian monarchies of Europe had been
restored, and she told me that there had been
more than a Christian restoration of monarchies,
but a proper religious restoration of the people as
well. This had all happened since the War. Mary
found it difficult imagining her Jewish background
being merely an ethnic feature. To explore this, I
asked her straight out,
‘How come you are a religious doctor in this
world, when in my own world you were certainly
Jewish, but not religious, where most doctors
tended to be agnostic or atheists.’
‘When people find out the false, particularly
with religious matters, they are then able to fall
back on the true. That is what happened to most
of us since the War. We found out in time that the
whole war thing was a put up job. The hatred that
was framed against the Jews, was also framed
against Germans. These master criminals always
framed others for their own crimes. Discovering
this forced us to explore the true.’
‘Wars and hatreds do not just happen,’ I
replied, thinking of how even the English are
framed, ‘somebody makes them happen.’
‘Yes! Exactly! Hatred against religion comes
from the same people. Why these people should
hate something so much, whilst discounting it as
being purely superstitious fantasy, did not make
sense to scientifically trained doctors. It was in
finding this contradiction that led to our serious
questioning, eventually leading to our being true
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to finding our own religious instincts. We found

that it was our religious instincts which these
people were seeking to exploit. First, they seek to
drive religion underground, by ridiculing it, then
tap our religious needs as an occult force. That is
the psycho dynamic of the black arts.’
‘That could be what some people call a
conspiracy theory where I come from.’
‘Of course they would call it that. They know
how to deflect the discourse. Defamation is their
main means of defaming people who speak out
about them. You should remember how the Jews
were framed for the murder of millions of people
during the Russian Revolution, and how that was
the prevalent conspiracy theory before the Second
World War: The Jews did it. This was very cleverly
framed in The Protocols before the First World
War. Nobody properly examined the true nature
of those so called Jews, who were responsible for
those Russian mass murders.’
‘Who was responsible Mary?’
‘They were simply criminals!’ Mary replied
blankly, waiting for a reply.
‘It is as simple as that Mary?’
‘No! No! There is nothing at all simple how
criminals organise themselves within religious
communities and secret institutions. We took a
very long time working that out. Accepting the
fact they are criminal is simple enough. That has
to be accepted: our first presupposition.’

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‘Are we talking about criminal political

mafias? I have recently found out about various
political false religious mafias!’
‘It is exactly that!’
‘Who thought up this crime syndicate?’
‘It was certain criminal elements, who
organised these Mafias.’
‘Were they called the Illuminati?’
‘It was more than that. The originating
criminal fraternity was more than Weishaupt’s
false Illuminati, which was an anti Christian
network, established by Jesuits, aimed at all
religions. It is true to say that Anglo-Scottish
Freemasonry had penetrated Europe, and was
undermining Catholicism, and the Counter
Reformation. That tension gave Weishaupt his
first big frame: Frame the Masonic Protestants,
for the crimes of his hidden political Mafia, what
he called Insinuating Brethren.’
What Mary said was fair summary, and
summed up what I knew.
Mary went on,
‘On the other hand, the Islamic and Jewish
communities had the Sabbateans. It was their
crimes that framed the true Jews for the Russian
Revolution.’
‘And the Turks for their crimes. Who else
was involved in this conspiracy?’ I requested,
teasing out as much as I could from Mary.
‘The third force in this unholy trinity, the
Capstone as it was called, was the Rothschild
money trust cartel, which further framed the
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Jews, giving the false impression that the great

money scam was a purely Jewish racket.’
‘In my world, they are now experts how to
launder dirty money into respectable businesses,
and so control most of the world.’
‘That may be so in your world, but we
stopped all that years ago. There are no cartel
monopolies of credit in private hands now, which
means that nobody is allowed to create money
out of nothing.’
‘Ah!' That is a clue I need to know more
about, when our two worlds diverged, and how
your world made this change. I have only recently
begun to understand money matters.’
‘Elementary my dear Roberts,' Mary replied,
with a slight mock pomposity in her voice, ‘What
you need to take into account is the importance of
how criminal fraternities work in history. Crooks
know instinctively how to run different rackets. All
we have done is end the one great money scam,
that was behind most criminal rackets. We killed
the racket that was the parent of the rest.’
I nodded, and was about to reply, when
Mary suddenly suggested,
‘It would be a good idea for me to call you
Francis, like your family, and I shall then be able
to refer to Frank as a separate person. That way,
we should clear up confusion in my mind.’
‘It would certainly help me know who I am.’
Mary responded by smiling, thinking deeply
what she was about to tell me, and was obviously
enjoying leading our conversation.
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‘I need to tell you how Frank's writings have

influenced our history over the past four decades.’
‘That might help us understand how our two
worlds are different,’ I replied, thinking how very
important this would be in understanding Mary,
and her world.
Mary collected her thoughts again, then
started explaining,
‘It was Frank's book on Rackets that first
brought home to people how they were being
conned by a vast master criminal fraternity. The
Great Money Scam was probably the biggest
confidence trick in the whole of human history.
Frank's book left no doubt in the minds of our
vast reading public that they were being cheated:
although his book was not particularly about the
Money Scam, but about rackets. Nevertheless, it
was those few words he wrote about the Money
Scam, that made him famous.’
‘My understanding is that money should be
merely a medium of exchange.’
‘Yes! The fallacy behind the Money Scam is
insinuating that money has value, whereas money
is merely a medium of exchange, a measure.’
‘I follow that, Mary. Money should be merely
tokens for value, not treated as possessing value
in itself.’
‘Most people find it very easy to fall for that
error. Second, money is treated as a debt. That is
how the scam under Usury Capitalism worked out
in practice, which was in contradiction with a false
theory of value.’
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‘This racket would appear to be a double

whammy: First the false theory of value, then
placing debt in place of that false value.’
‘Eric Berne and Frank showed us how all
confidence tricks came about, in games and
rackets, with people saying one thing, whilst
doing something totally different. Confidence
tricks tend to be based upon clever errors of
thinking, such as elementary fallacies.’
‘It is true to say that all dishonest scheming
leads to rackets, Mary.’
‘The Great Money Scam was no different in
that respect. People were conned over centuries,
without anybody spotting the errors of thinking.
Falling for this con led everybody into many kinds
of perverse insinuating behaviours: One result
being, that the love of money became the root of
all our evils, which was like confusing words with
the meaning, so leading to a form of idolatry.’
‘Matthew Arnold called word worship,
Bibliolatry, and here we have money worship.’
‘Yes Francis, with the Great Money Scam,
we had the idolatry of money worship. Love and
worship are the same, but it is perverse in the
extreme, when such worship results in the love of
money to the extent it blinds people.’
‘Which is like falling in love with a column of
figures, or Monetary Fundamentalism, the worship
of money icons. As I told you, I understand these
matters to some extent, because I am dyslexic.
So many of my arguments with people have been
over defining words, rather than over meanings. I
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have found word-bound people tend to confound

words with their meaning. What you say about
money worship, would be in keeping with their
other fallacious tendencies.’
‘What you call word-bound people are
treating meaning as residing in words, rather than
in correctly conceiving words as being merely
tokens for meaning. I had many early arguments
with Frank over this. It was my dear father who
resolved our arguments, by telling us that the
name of God was never uttered by the ancient
Hebrews, except once a year, by the High Priest,
and then only in a whisper, cordoned off from the
rest of the congregation. It was upon that insight,
that I begun to understand Frank’s mind. His
word blindness freed him from most forms of
idolatry. Later, this insight enabled him to read
Theology properly, because he was never likely to
worship the false gods of representative form, or
the name of God, seeking only the divine in the
life process itself.’
‘That may explain my own difficulties with
many people. They appear so totally materialist in
religion, yet claim to be religious. My semantic
agnosticism is regarded as irreligious. I think they
miss the very essence of our Hebraic traditions.’
‘Frank's early study of the origins of idolatry
is why he worked on Rackets, and talked about
tokens and values, and tokens and meanings. It
was when Games People Play came out that he
decided he would reply. I never quite understood
the relevance though, at the time.’
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I let that pass, considering that Mary had

understood much of what Frank told her, but had
not really managed to get inside what Frank was
saying: Frank had a sensible connective ability,
outside the bounds of words. This had given him
unusual insight how fallacies in thought originate,
and how language contributed to errors.
‘I gather his wife helped him write.’
‘Indeed!’ Mary replied, blushing slightly,
looking away, pointing to the bookcase. ‘Jane was
a great help with all of Frank's writing, and shared
authorship with their Cassandra Austen novels.’
This I found most interesting. So, Jane and
Frank were creative writers as well. Such working
together must have given them great pleasure,
and I looked for the Cassandra Austen novels in
the bookcases. They were evidently exploring all
that they shared, and found a way of cementing
their creative endeavours.
Shortly after that, Mary said she had to
leave, and we agreed that we should have regular
meetings to discuss all matters, and quickly made
our arrangements for our trip to London for the
following afternoon.
I have to admit now that I retired to bed
that night with a much better grasp of the world's
realities, than at any previous time, and this had
been the most wonderful birthday.

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I slept very well that night, and woke refreshed

the following Sunday morning. What was more,
my memory was coming back to me with fresh
vigour. The world in which I found myself was not
a great problem, when it appeared to agree with
me in every way possible. This had not been the
case up to then. Nonetheless, I badly needed to
find out more about this world, and how and when
had it diverged from my own? If this is not a
dream, then I had best make myself familiar with
all aspects of its features, and looked forward to
doing this, with increasing curiosity and interest. I
had not known this attitude to life since my early
childhood.
Colin brought my breakfast to my room at
the usual time, with instructions from Agnes
concerning the day; such as details of church
attendance that morning, and even how I would
be conveyed to the station in the afternoon. Her
coded message to me was that I could leave
Pongbourne Manor in her very capable hands. I
was thankful that I had such a sister. Agnes may
have had certain difficulties fitting in the world I
had known, but she had adjusted here very well.
All the same, I wondered how she found the time
to look after me, when she had Percy and estate
to look after.
As I was instructed, we all walked to
Pongbourne Parish Church on a bright sunny
August morning. I had visited this very church
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only a few days previously, and what saddened

me then, was the obvious lack of care that had
been evident in the exterior and interior. The
building looked so dreadfully unattended in the
religious sense. When I inspected the interior, I
found ghastly notices all over the place, with
magazines, appeals for money, and even slogans
on the pillars and walls. When I took a look at the
old Congregational Chapel, this had suffered even
a worse fate, and was converted into a house for
somebody, whose strange taste was not religious.
Pongbourne had appeared to have lost its soul,
and distressing to behold.
Today it was quite different. I noticed that
Agnes had softened even further, becoming more
matronly, more caring and concern for those in
our little group, as we made our way to the Parish
Church. She walked with more grace and dignity,
losing all her bossy tendency. Divine Service had
a deep meaning to her, that was clear.
When we passed the Congregational Chapel,
I noticed a great difference, in that it was now in
use, with people arriving, and giving friendly looks
in our direction, as we walked past. We could hear
the church bells tolling, and the organ playing. I
only sensed full improvement, when we walked up
the path to the church door, and took a quick look
at the notice board, which announced his name
was Rev. John Bull, B.D.,M.A., and he greeted us
at the porch door. There was nothing about him
that suggested great learning, and he was a plain
John Bull sort of man; kind in the face, sensitive,
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noticeably without any Anglican neuroticism. He

had a very pleasant knack of knowing exactly
what to say to everybody. His address gave the
impression of great singleness of mind. That is
what I found out about him later: John Bull was
an apt name.
We went in. The interior had changed
completely from what I had seen, only a few days
before, and had none of the previous clutter. This
building was now the place of the House of God,
which everybody felt immediately, as we were
passed our Prayer Books and Hymnal, where I
was glad to discover books that should never
have fallen out of use in the Church of England.
On sitting down, thankful prayer was our
immediate impulse. I wondered how anybody,
high or low, broad or narrow would want to
abandon this form of worship: It was so very
gracefully apt, for an English nation at prayer.
Also, for a start, there was nothing about
the way John Bull conducted his business, that
suggested he was at variance with what he was
doing. The words of the Book of Common Prayer
came naturally to him, never being automatic or
forced. Reading these poetic words were the most
natural thing in the world to him, as was his very
careful rendering of the two readings of the
Lessons, which were naturally from the King
James Bible. All this fine care, finally led to our
anticipation of his sensible comments on these
passages.

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Here I was most surprised. Nothing he said

in his sermon was political or carried an agenda,
other than the Christian message. Yet, everything
he said was relevant how to behave in a Christian
country. John Bull's sermon was deeply political in
a spiritual sense, right down to its religious roots;
theologically radical, truly Christian, propounding
very simple Christian notions, of what pervaded
Christian behaviour; spirit. He never had the need
to politicise what he was saying. That would have
been to compensate for what he was unable to
say. He used his learning to conceal his learning,
and spoke very plainly. Nothing he said was from
a great height, or patronising, speaking person to
person, and so everybody in his congregation felt
he was speaking to them personally.
I shall not attempt to tell you all what he
said, except to say he was addressing the issue of
the fall of nations, and how the body is the temple
of the Holy Spirit. These two Lessons covered
notions that are closely connected. It is probably
why the authors of the Book of Common Prayer
put them together. What Jeremiah said in his day,
reflected in what St Paul said many centuries
later, to the people of Corinth. He said, as with
any moral lesson, one should read these words
again, and again, as well as the vast literature
dealing with this theme.
Occasionally, I would catch him alluding to
my own favourites, but he did this so skilfully.
Should I have been better read, I might have
heard all his allusions, and understood the sense
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of the whole sermon. However, this did not

matter. These quotes were all part of his fabric
that made sense of the context of what he was
saying. They were never thrown out to impress,
but were only at the service of his message, and
integral parts of this man's Christian character.
His religious understanding made sense to him, so
he spent all his life making sense of Christianity,
and made it very clear to everybody, that it was
his personal vocational pleasure to share this rich
sense with his congregation.
As we filed out after the service, I did my
best to make the right noises in agreement with
him, which he received modestly, in an almost
matter of fact sort of way, as one Christian to
another. The result was that we left him with the
same single minded approach he had conveyed.
On the way back, it became clear to me that
his congregation went to Matins in anticipation
every Sunday morning, and they were never
disappointed. This left me thinking deeply about
the way I had seen the world of religion up to
then. What was it that gave them their singleness
of mind? What was it about my world that was so
dreadfully wrong, and how had it come about? I
think I became religious again after this Sunday.

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 Journey through paradise

We had a light lunch on our return. It was an ideal

setting in preparing my mind for the journey to
London by train, because Mary came over to have
lunch with us, so we could set off together. This
lunch reminded me of my early childhood, before
my mother had to sell up, and I wondered again
whether the Mary I was sharing this meal was the
same Mary with whom I had shared so many
pleasant memories, all those years ago. All my
best memories were of that time. This made our
lunch all the more pleasurable, exchanging small
talk, and avoiding going deeply into matters, until
we could be alone. Mary had insisted that it would
be very wise to give nothing away at this stage,
because very few people would understand the
significance of what had happened to me. It would
be better to allow my apparent loss of memory to
appear to come back in natural stages, preferably
with the aid of my family and friends.
After lunch, Jinx and our carriage arrived
promptly at the proper time, set by Agnes. We set
off in good spirits. Apparently, our family habit of
driving around in carriages was not an eccentric
whim, but a way Frank advertised he bred and
trained carriage horses. Our journey that day was
also a way the family advertised the fact that I
was up and about, and not driven mad by grief,
but only had a slight memory problem.
It soon become evident to me that it was
quite possible to move about in this way. I was
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keen to discover how this was so. The first thing I

noticed was that people were able to move about
much more easily than I was used to, because
there was no excess of motor traffic. There was
nothing dangerous driving the walking public off
the highways. Bicycles were about, driven mostly
by a silent motive force, which I commented on
immediately. Mary simply replied, ‘suspension
power!’ adding that the moving parts of these
bicycles had generative means of feeding power
to batteries, which provided their motive power,
an invention developed over forty years.
‘How could we afford the cost of developing
such an invention?’ I asked.
Mary thought for a few moments, and then
said, in her mock pompous manner,
‘When the money changers are driven out of
the Temple, everything is possible.’ I did not
pursue the matter further, then Mary expanded
upon what she had said. ‘Once we had eliminated
anxious obsessive profit motives from our lives,
usury capitalism, it has been possible to evolve
much more efficient modes of living. Suspension
powered bicycles are only one.’
As we passed into Pongbridge, I noticed
little motor traffic cluttering the streets. People
looked all the better for it, because they were able
to walk about, without any intimidating noise and
pollution. We were able to drive our open carriage
through the streets, without needing breathing
apparatus. What vehicles were about, appeared to
be driven by methods that had become available
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under the new ecological order, which were

mostly nonpolluting and silent. I did not ask Mary
this time how they were driven, because it was
such a delight to see this town again in such a
pleasant state, where all the buildings appeared
to be in touch with the people. Pongbridge was an
English market town at peace. Nothing could be
more natural. Everything about my past appeared
unnatural, unreal, and totally hellish.
We arrived at the railway station in good
time, and greeted by the Station Master, who
obviously knew Mary well. They soon fell into a
very lively conversation, while she bought our
tickets. I could not help noticing that our old
pennies, shillings, and pounds coinage was still in
use, the same we had before introducing an
highly expensive alien cent system. I could only
wonder at the wisdom of these people.
Because Mary appeared to wish to talk to
the Station Master privately, I decided to have a
look round.
The Station was a hive of activity. It was
obvious the services they were giving was a
pleasure to those who worked there, providing a
Sunday afternoon feel to it all. People were doing
their tasks with friendly enthusiasm, and I was
instantly reminded of people who ran trains for a
hobby. I found out that is what they were doing.
Hobbyists ran that side of the business some days
of the week, the Great Western ran the trains,
and had no restrictive trade practice problems
with railway unions.
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When the train arrived, I was returning to

Mary, who was still talking to the Station Master,
who led us to our compartment. I was surprised
how much care he showed us on that occasion,
and only later discovered the significance of his
attention. We had a compartment to ourselves.
A minute or so after he left, the train pulled
away in the graceful manner, only experienced by
those who have lived during the age of steam. I
looked at Mary opposite me, and only then fully
understood why she looked so different from the
other Mary I had seen only a few days previously.
If Mary always went by train in such a graceful
manner, such influences would certainly give her
the look she carried. I was already feeling this
civilising influence upon myself.
I took a good look out of the window at the
English countryside. My view was like a Constable
picture. From the outset of my first journey by
train, I could not see signs of hideous Modernist
developments. Everywhere appeared to be on a
completely human scale, and reminded me of the
world of sixty or more years ago, which was still a
country reflecting the life of previous centuries.
This was not like discovering a new world order,
because nothing was new in any perverted sense.
Nothing suggested change for changes sake, the
dictum of Modernism. Here everything was true to
itself, enhancing what people had inherited.
I had to give voice to it,
‘Mary, I see that the paradise of our English
countryside has been well preserved, which is still
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the natural creation of countless generations of

English farmers. Also, I could not but notice that
we still have our old British coinage system, with
pennies, shillings, and ten bob notes. I now look
at this view, and see the same sensible things.
How is it possible that so much English common
sense has been so very well preserved?’
‘It is not possible to tell you how all this
came about, Francis, because I have only the
vaguest notions of how it could be otherwise. I
take it all for granted. It is true that nothing has
been spoilt, and I find it difficult imagining how
anybody would want it otherwise.’
‘I suspect that I asked the wrong question:
I should be asking how my own world became the
way it was.’
‘Yes! You are right! Your question is like
asking a genius how he or she came upon this or
that discovery. The correct question is to ask how
we did not come upon the discovery ourselves.’
‘My world is a great mess, and certainly
lacks genius, as well as grace. We changed our
perfectly naturally British coinage system, and
foolishly adopted a Continental Cent system. This
was a highly costly thing to do, contributing to
massive inflation, because people were incapable
of working out how they were being cheated.’
‘We went decimal by simply changing the
value of the penny to ten to the shilling, and the
three penny bit became a two penny bit, making
ten bits to the florin. The introduction required a
minimum of bother to everybody: It was all over
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in a day, requiring one very simple piece of

legislation, reducing inflation immediately.’
‘What about the other values,’ I asked
innocently.
‘But Francis, our existing money system was
already decimal. Decimalisation is simply dealing
in tens with all tokens. We already had ten florins
to the pound, twenty shillings to the pound, for
centuries. Values of our other coinage remained
nearly the same. We kept the farthing, so our
British coinage became a perfect three decimal
place system. No government threatens us with
inflation now, beyond three decimal places.’
‘My world is without genius. This one has it.
Is that it?’
‘Something like that! Like fools, your post
War generations must have continued to fall for
conmen.’ I nodded. ‘Face it!’ Mary said fiercely,
‘Somebody must have conned you. Anybody could
ruin this world, Francis! It is the easiest thing in
the world to destroy what has been achieved over
countless generations. Any child can destroy what
adult people create for them. It would take only a
few very childish people to destroy what you see
through that window. Fortunately, we have been
graced by genius since the War.’
‘And Frank was one of those?’
‘He was one of those,’ Mary replied, looking
out of the window, thoughtfully and sadly, and I
did also. We both fell silent.
Mary was missing Frank, because he had
been her great friend: I was a poor substitute. I
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decided to find out about Frank's life, which might

give us common ground and understanding.
Possibly I should explain further: Mary's
character was much the same as I had known
her, only here she was more so, because she had
flowered. Her Jewish background no longer made
her feel an alien in a foreign land. She was at
home here. It was becoming clear to me that her
friendship with Frank had been part of that sense
of being at home. If my mother had not sold
Pongbourne Manor, it is possible that I would
have been an equally good friend to Mary.
After passing through Reading, I noticed
some gradual build up before London, although
there were many small improvements. All the old
canals were back in use, with quiet busy traffic. It
was also pleasant passing through marshaling
yards again, with acres of rails to view from our
carriage window. I was pleased to see that there
had been no asset stripping of the railways. The
Great Western still owned what they had bought a
century or so ago. These assets were still in use,
and they were using the latest technology.
I asked,
‘Mary! Why steam, why not oil? Why not
use electricity?’
She thought very carefully, then replied,
‘We have the coal, we have the brains, able
to develop the right pollution free technology, and
we have the right system of finance: Money is the
servant Francis. Why change something, for the
sake of change?’
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I fell silent again. Why did we make all

those foolish changes after the War? We first
nationalised our railways, until they were an
unmanageable monopoly, becoming an easy pray
to union blackmail. We were then ripe to fall for
German Nazi ideas of building motorways all over
our wonderful countryside, mere follies to escape
from the previous ones. Why did we fall for them?
I wondered how Frank would possibly make sense
of it all. He would think the people of Britain were
mad or stupid. I was glad to be out of it, and did
not envy Frank the task of making sense of traffic
logjams, medical treatment that resulted in more
diseases, and expensive trains that no longer took
everybody to their home town.

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Paddington Station was very busy, when our train

glided into our platform, and we were greeted by
a gentleman called Christmas Williams. He was to
drive us through London, to Pongbourne House. I
took a good look at the people milling around us,
as we walked to the car. What struck me first was
how people were so smartly dressed. There was
also a distinguishing of race and rank, but each
bore their position with confidence and pride.
Nobody wanted to appear badly in the eyes of
others. I could find no people wearing jeans, and
wondered whether they were compensating,
making up for lack of status, or whether their
appearance was real.
If was as if nobody wished to appear
as nobody, and so everybody had a place. Their
features on most of their faces conveyed a unique
confidence in their own position in life. This was
comforting, because they were mostly at peace
with themselves. Also more strangely, nobody
appeared to be out of place, or alien, even those
from foreign parts, because everybody appeared
to assume they were accepted. They were a
fascinating crowd to observe and take note of
their differences.
On the way through London, I quickly noted
again there were no hideous buildings, only a
great variety of them, and in many styles. London
was now so individually diverse, and on a human
scale, and equally strangely, no building was out
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of place. The great diversity had created its very

own unique pattern, and was a pleasant delight to
my senses. I wondered how it was made possible
for London to be such an aesthetic place. It might
take me many years to explore only one mile of
it. It was also pleasant to see, as it we passed
through Trafalgar Square, the National Gallery
had been extended, but had been done in the
style of the original. It was difficult distinguishing
the original from the extension. How could
anybody do otherwise? I was already beginning to
think like Mary, and thought it the most natural
thing in the world to conserve and respect the
original! Change only what and when you needed
to do so! Respect yourself above all!
Because of my sad memories of the sell up,
before I had anything to do about it, I was a little
apprehensive when we drew near to Pongbourne
House. When my mother sold the property to a
vehicle property company, they had bought our
house for conversion into car showrooms, and
offices, and I had avoided that part of London
ever since. The place had far too many fond
memories. I did not wish to lose my memories.
That was now all in the past. Now I was returning
to my London home. As we drew near, I could see
little had changed. If anything, some of the
buildings had been improved, although not
modernised, or pseudo-modernised, as one might
call it. Modernism, Pseudo Modernism, and Ultra
Modernism, had obviously ended in architecture
many years ago, or had not started. What I could
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see was respect for identity of the buildings,

within a human scale. No building stuck out like a
sore thumb; nothing was Narcissistic. All the
buildings appeared alive in community with each
other. Again I had to ask: How was it possible for
something to be so diverse, yet so well patterned,
all of one piece? How could anybody plan such a
delightfully diverse place as this London?
Dear old Christmas Williams drove us
gingerly into Pongbourne House, and pulled up at
the back entrance. Mary quickly whispered ‘Joiks!’
in my ear, pointing to a gentleman opening our
door, who said in a rich Welsh melodious voice,
‘Welcome back Sir Francis! Lady Agnes told
us you would be in town for a couple of days.’
‘So! So! Joiks. We shall be on your hands
only for a short stay.’
Joiks talked to Mary for a few minutes, then
Mary said,
‘I shall be at the Mansfield for the rest of
the day.’
I was rather put out by this turn of events,
and was about to reply, when Mary said,
'Do read Rackets, ready for tomorrow.'
Mary then swiftly returned to the car, and
was gone.
Joiks then led me to my suite rooms on the
second floor. As we made our way to my rooms,
he was continually giving me instructions about
my meals, our walk to chapel that evening, who
was in Town, my appointments tomorrow, then

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finally making sure I was settled in my rooms

properly, before finally leaving me alone.
At that point, I was determined to do what
Mary had requested, and had a good look through
Frank's library for Rackets People Run. This was
soon found, when I decided to retire to bed, to
read the opening chapters.
Frank’s style and content was not easy on
first reading, but my interest was taken up with it
immediately, and have dipped into it many times
since. It is barely a hundred pages long, and the
cause of lengthy thought-provoking arguments.
Its words are on the lips of countless numbers of
people, without their knowing it, providing much
of what they take for granted. Possibly that is why
I did not find my first reading easy.

Introduction

Rackets are simple schemes of conspiring to

obtain money, power, and other benefits, by
fraud, manipulation, and illegitimate means.

First, fraud is achieved by insinuating

dishonest covert purposes, within apparently
innocent overt baited aims.

Second, manipulation is by baiting victims

into doing (or thinking) one thing, whilst hooking
them into doing something else. Anxiety, envy,
fear, greed, jealousy, pride and prejudice, virtues

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as well as vices, all may act as baits, targeted at

victims according to their vulnerabilities.

Third, behind the baits are hooks, which are

the illegitimate covert purposes of all rackets,
inducing victims into making involuntary,
unexpected, and unpleasant transactions.

Finally, baits and hooks, called gimmicks,

are the two algedonic and dialectically calculated
elements of rackets. Nothing happens by chance,
because somebody makes things happen in an
apparently non analytical way.

Rackets are easy to describe, but are not so

easy to explain, because they are so simple in
basic design, that few people are able to accept
they could be so easily cheated.
Also the complexity of any explanation
tends to increase in an inverse proportion to the
simplicity of what is being explained. Racketeers
have advantages working for them; an honest
naive incredulity of their victims, who always have
an inability to explain the crass simplicity of how
they have been cheated.

Games and Rackets

Rackets are not like games, where we have fair

rules laid down how to play. In rackets,
insinuation (or verbal cheating) is the golden
rule, and in place of rules, there are cons
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(confidence tricks) to deflect us from knowing

there are no rules. Cons are how crooked people
induce victims to run particular rackets: Conning
by insinuation is how crooked people manipulate
even the most sound characters.

We initiate games by invitations, and accept

them under known terms, and so we always know
the game we are about the play. When we start
playing one game, we do not find ourselves
playing another, or start playing under one set of
rules, only to find ourselves playing under
another. With games, conflict is central. Nobody
pretends there are no conflicts in games, because
games are competitive. Our honourable aim in
playing games is in testing our skill in resolving
conflicts under known rules.

On the other hand, when we are hooked

into rackets, we are run like fishes on a hook.
With rackets, only cheats win: Rackets are
gaming for cheats. It is possible to cheat at
games, and this has been covered by Eric Berne,
in Games People Play, which are not really games
in the proper sense of the term. Berne was
describing crooked gaming, which he should not
have called games, because redefining games to
mean crooked gaming, undermines the correct
notion of games. This error of thinking has a bad
affect on our moral psychology.

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However, Eric Berne did introduce us to a

structured notion of what was straight, compared
with what was crooked behaviour, in what he
called TA (Transactional Analysis), morally
defining legitimacy and illegitimacy in the process.
It is the ulterior (double dealing) nature of
crooked transactions that make up crooked
gaming. He described these accurately, when
talking of overt and covert transactions, the
essence of insinuation. We shall provide better
insights into what Berne was describing, when we
call insinuating (crooked) behaviours as gaming,
and game to mean straight behaviour.

A Formula: Mnemonics

Our knowledge of how to deal with rackets is

found in knowing the intention of persons seeking
to engage us in transactions. If they are straight,
they will follow one set of procedures, if they are
crooked, they will usually follow another. What we
need to do is distinguish between two setup
procedures, reduced to mnemonics:

Invitation + Conflict + Rules + Honour = Games.

Insinuation + Bait + Con + Hook = Rackets."

When we respond honourably to invitations

to play games, we play a serve, expect to be fairly
responded to by other players with other serves,
then continue the game in this way, until one or

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other of us wins. Because of this fair play, games

are a real pleasure to play, even when we lose.

On the other hand, once we are hooked into

rackets, they are not played at all, but run by one
party in the transaction, who are control freak
cheats, providing them unfair advantages to pull
switches, manipulating further illegitimate baited
scams in cross-ups of bad feelings, finally ending
in spurious payoffs. There are no true win or lose
situations in rackets, only payoffs, which never
satisfy anybody. We may represent these two
outcome procedures in the following mnemonics:

Play > Serve > Expectation > Win/Lose = Games

Run > Switch > Cross-up > Payoff = Gaming/Rackets

In social psychiatry terms, games are an

honest open society model: where rackets are a
dishonest closed society model. That is all we
really need to know about games and rackets.
Healthy normal people go for a win or lose
situation. They are smart enough to see that
everybody wins in honest open societies. On the
other hand, deviant unhealthy people cannot bear
the thought of losing, or somebody else winning.
Like John Milton's Satan, they would much sooner
rule unfairly in hell, than serve fairly in heaven.

I had more than enough to think about,

after reading Frank’s opening chapter, and was
relieved when Joiks called me to our afternoon
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meal. I had liked the way Frank approached the

subject, of a conscious moral psychology, quite
unlike Berne's unconscious moral psychology.
From this, it was possible to understand how both
authors had influenced people back in the sixties.
It was also possible to see how my new ecological
world order was moving more towards everybody
serving in heaven, rather than ruling in hell. Eric
Berne had often idealised the possibility of what
he had called a game free life. Possibly the people
I now saw around me had created a milieu that
was racket free.

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 Sunday rituals

I found that Joiks had gathered most the staff

round the dining room table, when I came down
for my afternoon meal. This was a delightful
Sunday afternoon institution that Frank had
introduced, as a means of meeting his London
staff, and what surprised me was the number of
people employed at Pongbourne House. Many
were London Welsh, and this included Joiks, which
was not his real name, but a name Jack and Jane
had given him. Their nickname had stuck. His real
name was John Jones, and he was in his element.
I was impressed by the polite kindness they
showed to each other, and how nobody appeared
sullen or servile, or putting on airs, very Welsh,
some would say. This appeared to me to have a
lot to do with their sensible pace of life, where
people had time to care for each other. They gave
the same equal respect to me. After my arrival,
they chatted on, accepting my silence as quite
normal. Joiks served, I was helper, and we did not
have much to say. What they said to each other
was an education in itself, and told me all I
needed to know about their world, which they
clearly accepted.
After this meal, I returned to my rooms,
and found a change of Sunday clothes waiting for
me, as well as a hymn book and Bible. From this,
I found out that Frank was a Congregationalist in
London, and attended a local Welsh chapel with
Joiks, which made sense of Frank’s approach to
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life. We would walk as usual, Joiks told me earlier,

and when everybody was ready, we set off. Some
of the staff followed behind us, still talking.
When we arrived at the chapel, Joiks
waited, allowing them to go in first, while I took a
good look at the notice board, and saw that the
Rev Richard Price, D.D., was the Minister. He
greeted us as we entered, and I was again struck
by the same singleness of mind in his address,
that I had seen with the Rev John Bull.
The chapel was already filling up, and it
became obvious that everybody was glad to see
me, looking curiously in our direction, as Joiks led
the way to our seats. The inside of the building
was so well polished, and with so much wood, it
was like the inside of a cello, which set off the
sound off the organ very pleasantly. When we sat
down, I was instantly in thankful prayer again for
being in such a divine place for a second time that
day. However, I was soon lost in thought, when
the service started. Hearing hymns sung in
harmony in England is always a rare experience.
I woke from many thoughtful slumbers,
when Dr. Price began his sermon, on the theme of
Justification by Grace, which he claimed was
through the gifts of faith, the life of the spirit. He
emphasised that Grace could be through many
differing ways, but that it is only by Grace that
leads to the way of redemption and salvation. He
said it was easy to have simplistic notions of
salvation through faith in Jesus Christ, like belief
in some magical icon. Only pagans believed all
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that magical manipulation stuff, as did secular

ideologues, with their perverse worldly icons. It
was a false belief; that human effort that caused
salvation. This is not what Christians believe. The
Christian religion is not based on magic, but on
reason; divine reason. Redemption and salvation
only comes by Grace, which is a gift of God, not
the result of human effort. Grace, or divine
spiritual enlightenment, is our road to faith, which
enriches our inner creative dynamic nature, we
call spirituality. God has to find us first, when we
are elected to seek the Kingdom of Heaven. Our
seeking salvation without Grace is futile, because
you have to find the door before you may enter.
At which point, Dr. Price suddenly ended his
sermon, which brought home the question posited
in his message all the more powerfully.
I was again lost in thought on my way out
of the chapel. We hardly said a word on the way
back to Pongbourne House, except to agree with
what was said by Dr. Price. The sermon was very
meaningful to Joiks, because his meaning in life
was based upon his notions of finding Justification
by Grace in his calling; which was looking after
Pongbourne House. To him, doing so was much
more than a job, but a means of serving God,
whom he served with a deep charitable religious
purpose. His sense of serving deepened his own
spiritual experience. I wondered whether Joiks
would have found Grace in my world? This left me
thoughtful on the nature of grace and justification.

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Mary was waiting for me, when we arrived back,

and told me that her meeting had ended earlier
than expected, and she decided to come and tell
me the outcome.
‘Is there anything I might need to know?’
‘Yes! Sol was there, and I had a quiet word
with him, putting him in the picture. I hope you
do not mind.’
‘No! Not at all. It does save my telling him
tomorrow.’
‘Sol was not at all surprised. He said the
point of having four doctorates, was that it told
him how ignorant he was. Learning that some
rare souls could move from one space-time
singularity to another would not threaten the
extent of his ignorance.’
‘What did you decide?’
‘I made it quite clear to them, as your
doctor and your friend, that you were not likely to
regain you memory very quickly.’
‘Will this affect them in some way?’
‘Yes! Frank was a key figure. The House of
Lords Assassination Select Committee gave some
of the research work to a subcommittee, called
the Frankist Study Group, and Frank chaired that.
Frankist was a pun on his name, to conceal we
were researching Frankists, or more specifically
Sabbs.’
‘I vaguely remember the Frankists. Tell me
more. We did not finish discussing them.’
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‘The Frankists were followers of another

false messiah, of the eighteenth century, called
Jacob Frank, followers of the same occult tradition
as the Sabbs. You may remember me mentioning
the Sabbateans or Sabbatians, followers of the
false Messiah of the eighteenth century. Jacob
Frank joined his forces with Amschel Rothschild,
with Adam Weishaupt of the Bavarian Illuminati.
Since that date, followers of these three rogues
have been behind every war and revolution you
dare to mention.’
‘Yes, we have been hearing of unknown
dark forces recently from our own Queen.’
I thought this over. I had no idea how the
Frankists were important, until very recently. I
thought they had merged with the Illuminati, or
Rothschilds, until I read a book by Barry Chamish,
Shabtai Tzvi, Labor Zionism and the Holocaust,
drawing heavily upon another well sourced work
by Dr. Marvin Antelman, To Eliminate the Opiate.
It was Rabbi Antelman’s work that revealed great
gaps in the historical knowledge.
‘Dark forces? That is what our group was
researching,’ Mary continued, interrupting my
thoughts. ‘I was probably the first person to
publish the known criminal beliefs of the Sabbs,
which are ideological emulations of the character
and personality traits of the criminal personality.
Find any born criminal, and we find various traits,
such as doing the forbidden, double dealing, belief
in their divine right to take what was not their
own, elitist contempt for ordinary people, murder
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if they do not get their way, and so forth. The

Sabbs turned these criminal traits into an occult
belief system.’
‘What you say sounds like a systematic and
deliberate form of what could be called ideological
incrimination.’
‘Yes! It is by way of occult indoctrination
rituals that criminals are able to persuade people,
who are not inherently crooked, into becoming
useful idiots of criminal ventures. The French,
Russian, and German revolutions all had Sabbs as
key Agentur. The Frankists were originally anti
Islamic and anti-Judaic criminals, the same as the
Bavarian Illuminati were anti Christian. However,
we were only able to make proper sense of the
history of the last two centuries, by separating out
these two forces.’
This made sense. Up to then, I had failed to
distinguish the activities of the Sabbs from the
Illuminati, although obviously there was some
overlap. What Mary said made much sense, and
explained how the Russian Revolution was so
confusing. The so called learned Elders of Zion
were not real Jews at all, because it never made
sense that true Jews could be to blame for
something that was so irreligious. They were
revolutionaries, pretending to be Jews, hiding
behind a false flag cover story, which was also the
means of framing the real Jews, by which they
furthered their criminal ventures later that
century in Nazi Germany and Poland.

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‘The Protocols of the Meetings of the

Learned Elders of Zion were by Sabbs, I suppose,
not by the Illuminati?’ I suggested.
It was also occurring to me that Frankist
and Sabbatteans were merely named after false
Messiahs of an occult tradition, quite possibly
going back centuries. I was not sure how much to
add about this to Mary, when she quickly replied,
‘That is a conclusion we arrived at a very
early stage of our studies. Sol has always known
the Russian Sabbs were called the Learned Elders
of Zion. Their role was to carry out the plan of
bringing the Russian empire under control of the
Frankist bankers, becoming the ruling group after
the Russian Revolution, and were hiding behind a
Jewish facade. They were certainly enemies of the
religious group they hid behind.’
‘They were Marxists Mary: How could they
be otherwise? However, Marx certainly authored A
World without Jews.’
‘I hold this work to have been falsely
misinterpreted as being anti-Jewish. Karl Marx
writing On The Jewish Question was a work in the
Jewish prophetic tradition, and contains some
sound criticism of usury. It is true to say that this
work is the secret heart of his later writings: His
implicit criticism of the great Money Scam is all
there in 1843. What the early Marx opposed was
Jewish support for usury, or debt based political
economy, and it true that Marx concentrated on
the resulting alienation, which obsessed him.’

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‘It is also true Jews have been burdened

with such accusations for centuries. German debt
based finance capitalism was called Semitism by
the Prussians. It is on record that Lord Rothschild
commented to Disraeli on the resulting dangers of
anti Semitism.’
‘Semitism and anti-Semitism were coined at
the same time in Germany. However, Marx could
also have been defamed as being ant-Semite to
bury his early opposition to usury.’
‘That may explain how his little booklet
became so neglected by later Marxists, when Marx
came under the influence of the bankers.’
‘Sabbs were certainly hatefully anti Jewish
in a moral and religious sense. They certainly
turned the Law of Moses on its head, as you said
the other day, and were responsible for creating
ideological criminals. However, the three rogue
forces needed to conceal knowledge of money
scams, even from criminals. It would not do to let
the useful idiots find out how they were being
conned. That might cause a massive revolt within
the ranks of the criminal fraternities. This little
booklet by Karl Marx had to be kept from sight,
and defaming his booklet as being anti-Semite
would do that quite effectively.’
'I have been told Mary, that Marx attended
occult perverse sex rituals on Capri?’
‘It is always possible these stories are
coming from the other side of their dialectic. We
must never forget the dynamic this conspiracy
has, in always seeking to control both sides.’
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‘It has always appeared to me, that

Marxism has been largely translating criminal
tendencies into what they regarded as politically
correct formulations. It has resulted in what is
now called Political Correctness in my world.’
‘We shall be interested in hearing more of
this from you, Francis. Frank and Sol studied the
language clubs of criminal conspiracy groups, and
published a number of papers on what they called
Lexical Analysis.’
‘Marx certainly behaved like a grown up
delinquent, by spending some of his evenings
going round breaking street lamps, and then
being chased by the police.’
‘That is not exactly the behaviour of a moral
sage,’ Mary replied, aware by this time that I was
being deliberately provocative with her. ‘It is our
opinion now that Marxism the Institution is what
became the vehicle of the bankers, and why Marx
was paid to write The Communist Manifesto. You
have to talk to Sol about Marxian projections, and
he will tell you how Marx is very well documented
by biographers, and how his moral projections
were always upon his own insinuating amoral
abstractions. His style is always insinuating. Marx
had all the delinquent defects of character, he was
abstracting upon the evils of society. It is a very
common tendency, found in most criminals and
revolutionaries, being an aspect of their self
hatred they are never able to bring to the surface
of their mind. They seek to justify their own
criminal tendencies, by projecting it upon others.
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Yes, we know a lot about the criminal personality

profiles of both Engels and Marx, and I was
invited to become a member of the Frank’s Study
Group, because of my profiling studies of criminal
personalities. There is still much more to do.’
‘Frank and I appear to have been exploring
many of the same subjects Mary. Possibly these
coincidences connect us in some way. He certainly
has something to offer my world, and I may have
something to offer this world.’
‘We agree! Sol thinks it is a good idea to
retain you on the Frankist Study Group. After all,
Frank never gave up, despite his accident. There
is no reason at all why you should do so.’
‘It is always possible that I might know their
long range plans, because these plans are largely
achieved in my world. None of you are really able
to see their plan in your more perfect world.’
‘These assassinations are most certainly
something to do with it,’ Mary concluded, rising to
close our discussion for the evening.

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 The Great Money Scam

I was by this time feeling quite tired, and wanted

to get an early night. So we broke up then, and
returned to our rooms. Nonetheless, despite my
tiredness, I decided to finish scanning Frank's
book, before going to sleep. There was more than
enough in Rackets to send me to sleep.
The rest of the book filled in the details with
examples, based upon the structure provided in
the introduction, and described the Great Money
Scam very neatly. The insinuation confused the
measure (money), with the thing being measured
(value). By pretending that money had value in
itself, it could become scarce (as bait), instead of
being merely a quantifier, like inches, pounds, or
watts, which are obviously not commodities. Of
course, coining money in gold and silver (as bait),
only confuses the mind of the victims further.
The hook was falling for the Bankers’ Scam,
where the insinuation compounded the pretense
that money was a valuable commodity, and gave
the bankers an opportunity to issue this ‘valuable
commodity’ to themselves, as credit, and lending
it out to those in need: as mere book entries.
It was by pretending this debt system was
real, that created a false value system in modern
political economies. Moreover, because this debt
was simply invented out of nothing by racketeers,
as credit to themselves, this allowed them to
manipulate further scams, based on false values.
Few people have ever found out how they were
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being cheated, because once the mass of the

people were hooked on debt, the power of the
money masters over the political economy was
complete. It mattered little who made the laws,
racketeers had all the real power.
Frank described a supporting academic
racket, which I mention below, called Economism,
explaining that although the main racket had been
far too simple for people to reason out how they
were being cheated, it needed further obfuscation
to make doubly sure. Much more obtuse bookish
explanations were needed to obfuscate the minds
of the rising intelligentsia; Economics was born.
Frank mentioned that Henry the First of
England had already reasoned it all out, and had
issued value tokens, with tally sticks, by which he
financed his government, having the whole of the
resources of his kingdom behind him. Government
money as credit, and the issue of money, were
the same under his fiscal system. This was most
probably when the robber barons first saw their
opportunity. Why should Henry Beauclerc get
away with making money out of nothing, when
they could enrich themselves so much better?
So Frank ended this section on the Great
Money Scam, by mentioning how these wicked
robber barons set up their racket, mentioning
Knights Templars, Teutonic Knights, Free Masons,
their mysterious power and wealth, and how
Masonic like societies have successfully kept the
secret of the Great Money Scam every since.

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This section on the Money Scam was so

simple, not much to it really, that I wondered why
people only woke up in 1964. I shall suggest that
many people had read Games People Play, and
become aware how people con each other. Eric
Berne had by 1964 already educated the natural
resistance to looking at how people run emotional
rackets, which provided the baits of other rackets,
such as money scams.
The reasons for the delay in finding out
about the Great Money Scam, was most probably
answered in the racket called Economism, which
Frank called a conspiracy of the professionals
against the laity. I had often wondered whether
gobbledygook had something to do with my own
failure to understand economics, when trying to
read books on this subject. They left me confused.
According to Frank, Economics was riddled with
ideological, ontological, and pathological fallacies,
all going back to the work of the English Jacobins.
I was to find out the following week from Sol, that
exposing this racket had resulted in the closing
down of the London School of Economics, as well
as the other institutional fallacies that body had
engendered, including the LSE Law School.
Another racket I found of particular interest,
which had a direct bearing on the obfuscations of
Economism, and explained how veracity could be
undermined. Frank called this racket, Comparative
Equivalence, naming it after the Insinuation. This
fooled people into accepting something was true,
when it was not. Manipulation was by baiting with
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false comparisons, concluding (hooking) what the

racketeer wanted, and a false authenticated belief
in a lie was the outcome. Moral equivalence is a
subset of Comparative Equivalence.
Lastly, just before falling asleep, I was
flabbergasted by Frank's simplicity in explaining
Defamation rackets. Frank claimed that the way
crooks defend racketeering, was by insinuating
that callers of rackets were defaming them. He
claimed that such methods never fail to work,
because the best defence is offence. A sure way
that racketeers deflect discourse from discovering
rackets, was by calling any person who discovers
one, a conspiracy theorist. When that does not
work, accuse them of anti Semitism, because a
few racketeers of Jewish origins could be found.
That knocked me out immediately, I fell asleep,
and slept soundly all night.

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 Naturalism?

As I said, at that point I fell asleep, slept very

soundly, and woke very refreshed the following
Monday morning. My mind was remarkably clear,
when I woke, and decided there and then to make
a habit of taking stock every morning, because it
might take a long time getting used to this world.
Now I had increased responsibilities, I needed this
habit to keep up with things. Being a creature of
habit, this would not be very difficult.
First, I was surprised how easily I fitted into
this world. There was nothing about it that I felt
was out of kilter with my senses. Frank’s critique
of rackets appeared to be the clue to how the
pace of life appeared to be more in tune with my
own body. The value system of the world I had
come from was way out, resulting in a false pace
and vague anxiety. This forced me to look at what
kind of world I had accepted.
Furthermore, I had no difficulty at all fitting
in with these new increased responsibilities. The
whole scheme of things appeared to be a matter
of partnerships, roles, and serves, rather than of
command, control, and false identities. Everybody
knew their place, including control freaks, and so
it all went well in a world, where roles replaced
false identities. This would explain the confidence
of everybody. They knew who they were, what
they were doing, and where they were going.
Nobody appeared alien or lost in this racket free
society, so everybody played, and benefited.
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Moreover, it was not at all the kind of world

that I had been told about. My cultural education
since the War had been telling me a pack of lies
about the class conscious world of previous
centuries. This was much more pleasant than the
one I had come to know; where people appeared
to think they ruled their lives, but were merely
work slaves of one kind or another. Here service
was the rule of law: Everybody served somebody,
and everybody knew their role in the scheme of
things, because nobody was slave to anybody or
anything. Here, people were not deceived takers,
but served each other as givers.
Lastly, the absence of any unpleasant class
features needed explaining. It was quite possible
that Frank’s criticism of racketeering, possibly
freed classes of contaminating notions of false
identities and economies.
Having taken stock, I then attended to my
ablutions, dressed, and went downstairs to face
my new world order.
Joiks greeted me at breakfast cheerfully,
personally dealing with my orders, taking great
care, and making sure I was comfortable in every
way possible. I tucked in to what he put before
me with great relish. This being my third
breakfast, I was already feeling much better, and
remembered how many people were ill in my
previous world, because their delicate digestions
were so completely out of order.
When Mary came down, I decided to air my
early morning kites,
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‘Mary, we are not pigs at the trough in this

world, are we, merely food consumers? People
must feel right about their food. Has the pig at
the trough attitude called Consumerism reached
these shores?’
‘It certainly has in America, although we
have not fallen for it here. Custom, which the
Americans have always held in such contempt, is
still our prevailing defence against folly. Our habit
of trusting tradition, rather than latest fashions,
always protects us from Consumerism.’
‘I find that most encouraging,’ I replied.
‘Any attack upon custom, is nearly always a clue
to those attacking us in other ways as well.’
Mary looked at me surprised.
‘I think you are much more conservative
than Frank,’ and I found myself blushing.
‘I suppose I have every reason to be,’ is all
I could reply.
Mary, looking round the room to make sure
nobody was listening, then whispered,
‘We have people who still wish to make life
simpler here, so they tell us, even objecting to the
rituals of Parliament, and are clueless regarding
the rules of protocol. They assume humankind has
come of age, and no longer needs constraints.’
‘We tend to call them Liberals, although
some call themselves Libertarians,’ I said,
thinking of Lib Dems.
‘We call them simply Anarchists or Nihilists.’
‘They are certainly suitable terms, with a
certain amount of history and literature behind
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them. The Russians novelists were probably the

first to mention them. I am surprised you have
them in your midst.’
‘No society is ever perfect enough to cater
for both the perverse and the normal. One or
other must come out on top. It would appear the
perverse are coming out on top in your world. We
have settled for the normal.’
Mary was looking at me, with a number of
questions in mind. I was not sure whether I could
answer them first, so decided to fly my kites,
which I had often thought about, and this was the
opportune moment.
‘What is normal and what is natural? Those
are the questions we should be asking. By normal,
we usually mean according to some norm. When
we are talking about natural, we should be in a
different word game. However, what is often
called natural is not natural at all, but only
another name for normal: It is descriptively
normal. That is how Naturalism is based upon a
great fallacy. My crazy world is built upon the
Naturalistic Fallacy.'
‘Which is?’
‘In confounding normative claims with
descriptive ones,’ I replied, with a ready quote.
‘Which is by example?’
‘A good example is in what philosophers call
Psychologism, which they define as confusing
morally normative claims, with psychologically
descriptive ones.’

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Mary quickly demanded examples, by

questioning me with a certain slightly amused
look. I had to think quickly of an example, and
came back with,
‘A good example has been the claim that
man is born free, without chains, when he is
never free, but born with countless chains of
family and other affinities, all making him chained
up. We were never born free, and yet we are sold
this lie. Upon this naturalistic fallacy, whole
political manifestos have been based.’
‘Please go on!’ is all that Mary could reply.
‘Another aspect of the Naturalistic Fallacy is
the notion that we are all born with blank slates:
which is not true at all, although social engineers
want us to believe this lie. What is behind this lie?
If social engineers are to achieve their aims of
creating their new great nowhere, called Utopia,
we all need to be born with blank slates. It is
again a prescription, claiming to be description.’
‘By that specious means Francis, they may
write upon our imaginary blank slates all that they
want us to be, and we are expected to confirm to
what they want us to become. Again, as you say,
whole political manifestos have been based upon
this fallacy, and tyrannies imposed,’
‘More than that, Mary, whole academic
disciplines have been based upon this fallacy.
Whole nations have been disrupted in trying to
make this fallacy work. Millions have been
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Tabula Rasa have been tried, although John

Locke’s theory, has never worked out in practice.’
‘Please go on!’
‘Moreover, certain Naturalists support the
following strange notions: Because we walk with
our left feet, one set claim we are left footed, and
another set of eccentric people notice we walk
with our right feet, claiming we are right footed.’
‘These people are called what?’
‘These people are called Positivists. The
very essence of this branch of the Naturalism is to
exclude mutually uncomfortable truths from any
confrontation with any reality experience: It is a
form of reductive reasoning. Early logicians quite
rightly called this method absurd. Despite this
absurdity, it has not stopped Positivists in their
tracks. These people allow themselves to know
only what they may say: Knowing more is taboo.
Positivism is again a specious prescription,
disguised as a description.’
‘Insinuation is what Frank called that. My
father use to tell me that Positivism is merely a
false epistemological method, that excludes more
sensible epistemological methods from getting a
word in edge ways.’
‘Lastly! Naturalists have another facet of
their fallacious creed, called Individualism, this is
despite the fact we are made up of many selves,
individuality is assumed. Individualism is another
aspect of the Naturalist creed.’
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‘Individuality is really a religious ideal, a

spiritual prescription: Individualism is the product
of redemption and salvation, very rarely achieved
by most people. Wrongly applying this religious
notion to Political Philosophy, leads to all kinds of
contradictions, folly, and crass inhumanity.’
‘Such as with naked capitalism, which is
unlicensed economic freedom in the name of
Individualism. Treating individuals as the units of
political economy, leads to contradictory creeds,
such as Liberalism, creating adverse contradictory
forces within societies. Asserting certain values
have overriding importance in the name of
individuals, undermining and negating other very
important values, hence the resulting Anarchism
and Nihilism of Individualism. These adverse
contradictions vanish from our political discourse,
the minute we treat transactions as the correct
units of political life.’
At this point, I had a sense that Mary was
not entirely listening to me, but to the door. It
had also become clear that she already knew
what I was telling her, but wished to hear how I
would express myself. She had been amused. I
had also enjoyed flying my kite on Naturalism.
So we both felt a little relieved, when we
heard sounds that our first visitor had arrived,
and rose to greet him.

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 Prasad

We did not have to wait long, before Joiks opened

the door, and introduced Detective Inspector
Prasad to Mary first, and as he shook hands with
me, he instantly told me,
‘I was posted to London, to look into the
nasty business of these assassinations, and have
been looking forward to meeting you.’
I gestured to a chair, nodding to Joiks for
refreshments for our guest, and replied,
‘Please speak freely in front of Dr. Landau,
who is my assistant in most things. I am sure you
have more to tell us about my accident.’
He sat down, thinking carefully and deeply,
before pronouncing,
‘I certainly may tell you, officially, that your
vehicle was tampered with, and that we would like
to ask you a few more questions.’
‘That is fine!’ I replied, ‘Fire away! Although
you may know that I may have to draw upon Dr.
Landau for some of my answers,’ at which he
nodded sympathetically.
‘We understand that you chair the Frankist
Study Group, working under the House of Lords
Select Committee on Assassinations.’
‘Correct!’ I replied, as blankly as I could
make it.
‘This term Frankist is used because you
chair the meetings: Is that not so, Sir Francis?’
‘It is!’ I replied, again blankly.
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‘The main purpose of your Study Group is

concerned with investigating whether Frankists
are behind these assassinations. Is that not so?’
‘Frankist has been a pun, concealing our
true purpose of what we are doing,’ I replied less
blankly, looking at Mary, wondering what would
come next.
‘How many other people knew the of the
true purpose of your Frankist Study Group?’
‘Obviously, everybody in our Study Group,' I
replied, with a smile at the detective, then at
Mary, ‘and certain members of the House of Lords
Select Committee, of course,' I added, guessing.
He consulted himself, and then said,
‘Yet the true purpose of what you were
doing, was much more widely known?’ he asked,
with some suggestion of challenge.
‘How is that so? Mr Prasad,’ I replied, trying
to be equal to the challenge.
‘We have been trying to narrow down the
likely people who may wish to harm you. It is
quite obvious that the most likely are the people
you are investigating.’
I nodded, and replied simply,
‘So?’
‘We have great difficulty narrowing down
suspects, because so many people apparently
knew of the true purpose of your Study Group.’
‘So you would like to know now how our
true purpose became widely known?’
‘True!’ he replied, looking at both of us.
Mary decided to come in at this point,
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‘We understand that persons unknown

revealed our true purpose to a certain Member of
Parliament. The product of this disclosure was
that the existence of the Frankist Study Group
was brought up at PMQs. As so often happens, the
Prime Minister revealed much more than we
would have liked. After that disclosure, it was
possible for others to work out our true purpose.
We have few doubts it was done deliberately.’
‘And what was the name of the Member of
Parliament, who raised the question?’
‘William Lincoln! He is a Biblical Christian,’
Mary said with some effort. ‘Bill Lincoln thinks he
knows all about the plot against civilisation.’ Mary
paused, making sure Prasad understood what she
was talking about. ‘Apparently, Lincoln thought
that some members of our Study Group were
Frankists, drew the wrong conclusions, then set
about drawing attention to us.’
‘Possibly I should talk to him, and find out
who informed him about your activities,’ Prasad
said, chewing on his words slightly.
‘You may have some difficulty. We have
asked him,’ Mary replied, slightly alarmed. ‘There
was not much he could tell us, and we had a
distinct impression he knew only so much. It is
even possible that the whole thing was a put-up
job by the Prime Minister. He gave away much
more than he needed, and enjoyed doing so.'
Prasad took this all in his stride, and smiled,
‘We have the same difficulty with our own
politicians in India. We are never sure whose side
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they are on. It is the nature of politics; everybody

is corrupted by power. At least, in the case of the
Commonwealth of India.’
Mary and I looked at each other, realising
we had here a police officer who thought deeply
about such things. He was not only a policeman.
Joiks at the moment brought in a tray of
what looked like Tea of a special Indian nature.
We had some intimation that these two knew
each other, when the Detective said,
‘Thank you John.’
Joiks left, whilst Prasad addressed his tray.
He then looked at me, and said,
‘We have been taking great care to watch
over you, since we found out that your vehicle
had been tampered with. I visited your man John
Jones last week. He is fully in touch with how we
are going about looking after you, and has now
informed most of your staff and family of this
necessity.’ He paused, addressing his tray, while
thinking over his next statement. ‘We are discreet
as possible, and do not wish to discourage you
from carrying on as normal,’ then in a slightly
different tone of voice. ‘After all, we cannot stop
you driving round in open carriages.’
‘Is there some great danger in my doing so,
Mr. Prasad?’
‘I would rather you did not do so, but we
understand there are good business and family
reasons for your continuing to do so,’ pausing
again. ‘None of us want to attract attention to
what we know: Do we?’ I nodded. ‘So we shall
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have to leave a very big question mark over the

cause of your accident,’ looking at me squarely,
‘by your going around as normal, this may give a
false impression.’ He then sat back and looked at
me for a reply.
‘Yes! I see your point,’ thinking this over.
‘My task is help you in your work, by appearing to
be completely innocent of all matters regarding
my accident?’
‘Exactly!’ he replied instantly, in the clipped
tone of a very experienced Indian police officer,
expressing clearly, that this request was the main
reason for his visit.
Once he had discharged this main function,
he was able to talk more freely, and had a very
interesting chat for another hour or so, in which I
was able to learn a lot about present day India.
Prasad was obviously proud of the great diversity
of governments of his Commonwealth of India,
which puzzled me greatly, how our once great
Indian Empire had arrived at such a state. He
assured me that India was still one large country,
but divided up into diverse states, that appeared
to be the most natural development for India.
Apparently, the corrupt Fabian elite had not
managed to take over the country after the War,
but a strong government in Delhi had made sure
that India evolved stage by stage, in a carefully
phased independence, under what was called the
Chartwell Plan. It was education of the masses
that had been the means of achieving this, and
preserving Indian civilisation.
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Prasad told me that when we took over the

government of India, education was far ahead of
Britain. Education in India by the 1940s was our
disgrace. He looked fiercely at me, when telling
me this, claiming that such mass ignorance could
have made any kind of independence for India a
nightmare. He then told me that the post War
government took education in hand first, under an
astute Viceroy, before moving forward.
Furthermore, he claimed, building up India
upon what was already existing was the rule, not
breaking up an existing order, then building up
again according to some highly centralised alien
creed. It was an India created in the image of the
Commonwealth of India, not some jewel in the
crown of the Fabian Society.
Lastly, he concluded optimistically, the link
with Britain had been retained, and India was an
important member of the British Empire and wider
Commonwealth. The vital partnership of our two
countries had been a very successful, because
India was equal in every way to Britain, and the
rest of the Commonwealth. He told me he had
been educated at Cambridge, and valued all that
both countries contributed to each other.
He left us only after finishing his tea, which
must have been quite cold by that time, making
sure I had the full picture of India. Joiks saw him
out, and it was quite obvious that our meeting
had concluded satisfactorily.

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 Sol

After Prasad's visit, we had a light lunch, still

discussing Indian politics, and then retired to the
library, to wait for our next visitor. Mary told me
that Frank had spent quite an amount of time with
Lord Dr. Solomon Bekov. They had first met at
Cambridge, when Frank was in his final year, and
had found his Oxford tutors somewhat limited. Sol
was able to help out with Hebrew, but also with
his work on cults and rackets, and with some
personal problem. This mentoring was not only
from any specialist knowledge that Sol had to
offer Frank, but because Sol understood intuitively
what Frank was exploring. Since those early days,
their lively intellectual exchanges had formed the
main basis of their friendly relationship.
Mary also told me that these Cambridge
years were also the time when Frank had met
Jane, and how they immediately fell in love. Jane
had up to then, only loved English literature, and
after meeting Frank, she told almost everybody
she met that Frank spoke English literature. Mary
gave the impression that she had taken Frank for
granted, knowing him since childhood, and so this
insight from Jane had come as a great shock to
he. Mary had become accustomed to Frank's long
thoughtful silences, followed by explosions of
terse exclamations, which would instantly result in
heated arguments, with Mary taking a rather long
time coming round to finding out what he was
trying to say. Jane simply loved every minute of
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being with Frank, and listened to him intently.

She did not argue with him, but simply fell in love
with what he said, and the person who said these
clumsy poetic things. All she wanted to do was
help him get it all down on paper, into the English
literature she loved.
Lucky chap, I thought. My own experiences
of word-bound people gave me some appreciation
how lucky Frank had been. All that most people
want to do is jabber all the time, and are unable
to be (or think) without obsessively talking, where
everything has to be reduced to mere ritualised
exchanges. I have always found such small talk,
very exhausting. Frank had struck lucky, and
found a girl who could love the person behind his
difficulty with such forms of discourse. Jane loved
the meaning behind what Frank was trying to say,
and the genius that expressed it.
Mary was about to tell me what Sol was now
doing in the House of Lords, when the great man
himself arrived. Joiks showing him in with great
care. Sol greeted us most cheerfully, immediately
gesturing to a chair facing the window for me to
sit down, and where he could face me,
‘I see a difference Francis, although so very
slight, I doubt whether people will spot you are
Frank's double. You are the same man certainly.’
‘It what way am I different Sol?’ I asked,
without showing too much offence.
‘Frank is much more you. He had grace. I
shall guess you are not very religious, despite
your recent trips to both church and chapel.’
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‘True! I lost my faith in my teens, and have

been unable to find true religious attachments
ever since. I am devoutly religious, but not in any
institutional sense. All our religious institutions
appeared to turn away from what religion was all
about, and this left me without support, like so
many other people in my world.’
‘That is what we would like to know about.’
‘Oh! Why is that?’ I replied, showing I was
surprised he would be interested.
‘You might know where these Sabbs are
trying to take us. Knowledge of your hellish world
is likely to be of vital importance to us.’
‘Francis was telling me this morning,
Shlomo’ Mary quickly interrupted, ‘how his world
is intellectually based upon Naturalistic Fallacies.’
‘Pope Leo the Thirteenth, and Father George
Dillon, told us that back in the 1880s. In truth,’
turning to me, ‘naturalism was the subject of my
doctoral Divinity thesis. What you are telling us is
confirmation. We shall need to know more.’
‘So you are still quite certain you are up
against Sabb conspiracies?’ I asked.
‘One of the last things Frank told me was
how much we needed to find out what sort of
world the Sabbs are trying to create. He was
obsessed with this question, and said we were
living in a completeness theorem. We needed to
get outside of ourselves, then look back in.’
‘I could certainly do that for you.’
‘Then it is agreed: Bodily, you remain a
member of our Study Group?’
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‘I would certainly like to be of help.’

‘You will need to know the names of all our
members?’
‘Yes!’
‘You know by now that Mary is a member,
whose work is concerned with profiling criminal
personalities.’
Mary immediately responded,
‘I have told Francis that Sabbs are our
generic term, describing master criminals, who
have created belief systems like the Sabbateans,
with perverse articles of faith, that engender
criminal characters and personality traits.’
‘And Frankist is a term we use to describe
members of families that are brought up in this
perverse faith,’ then Sol added, almost whispering
to me, ‘Some of these silly people believe they
are gods.’
‘I agree with that, when I remember the
egotistical conceit of so many people behind the
European Union; Europhiles they are called. They
are pushing what is called the New World Order,
and all these people have an unbelievable conceit
of themselves. It was more than likely they are
under the evil influence of some person who
thinks he is a god.’
‘What we would like to know is where they
were going, when we ended the War in 1942, and
what sort of world they were trying to create. We
have always known what the Luciferati were
trying to do, since the eighteenth century, when a
lucky lightning strike revealed so much to the
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Bavarian authorities. What we do not know is the

final intentions of the Sabbs, or how they differ
from the ass heads.'
'Surely,’ I replied instantly, ‘the Illuminati
seek to penetrate Church and State, educational
institutions, Freemasonry, political life, and distort
the charitable religious purpose of civilisation.’
‘Yes, that is true,’ he insisted. ‘We also
know the aims of the ass heads. It is clear to us
that they still wish to place the whole world under
finance capitalism, in completely private hands,
and put everybody in their debt.’
‘But for a half dozen countries, this is what
they have achieved in my world, and World War
Three was on the horizon when I left.’
‘Then I shall hazard a guess, they are now
manipulating all the captive countries, to make
war on the remaining free countries, so to gain
control over the entire world, creating further
debts for all parties.’
Sol then went over to sit by Mary, gesturing
to me to find a more comfortable seat, and only
then deciding to tell me more about the members
of the Study Group.
‘You met Dick Price yesterday evening, who
was once the Pongbridge Congregational pastor.
Being a sensible Cambridge man, during my days
there, he naturally became the religious member
of our Group. He has his own singular theories of
what the unholy trinity are trying to do.’
‘I understand that much Sol. He gave out
some clues yesterday.’
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‘We have Prof Martin MacDonald, who is our

most informed person on conspiracies. Martin has
probably studied every work on conspiracies, and
has written papers galore on all aspects of Sabb
rackets. Martin will be most interested in what
you have to tell him, although might be sceptical
about you personally.’
‘Sol, that goes with my job!’
‘My own contribution was welcome, because
of my family background, where I have Frankist
and Sabb connections, going far back. I was most
fortunate in that my parents and grandparents
were religious people, and deeply shocked by
what they found out from other members of our
family. They passed all this to me, and so inside
knowledge of these evil people is in my blood.’
‘Then you are like Benjamin Disraeli, in his
relationship to his father, who passed on so much
to his son. We may find out so much about secret
societies, by reading both.’
I looked closely at Sol, to see what response
he would make, but he merely carried on,
‘At present, we are considering inviting
William Lincoln, a Biblical Christian Member of
Parliament, to answer certain questions. He was
instrumental in revealing the true nature of our
Group to the general public. He could be helpful in
understanding some aspects of our study, mostly
how they are manipulating the Evangelicals, or
Fundamentalists.’
‘Fundamentalists are certainly open to all
manner of manipulations,’ is all I could reply.
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‘Francis, we appear to agree on most things.

You are closer to Frank than one could hope. That
is most encouraging! Now could you come to our
next meeting this evening?’
‘The sooner the better. The sooner I get
down to work, the better. You might consider that
I was probably the victim of these people in my
own world. My mishap was probably no accident.’
‘Good!’ Sol replied, rising, and inspecting
me closely, adding, ‘then let it be so, and do let
us be friends. We have much in common to share.
You need to settle in first, then we should talk.’
Sol then exchanged gestures of an intimate
nature with Mary, suggesting they were related in
some way, and I caught her calling him Shlomo
again, quietly, under her breath,
‘I shall look forward to that,’ I replied,
showing him the door, and following him into the
hall, when Joiks joined us to open the main door.
‘You once turned down a seat in the Lords,’
Sol started to say, so that Joiks could hear him,
‘and we would like you to reconsider this now,
when you are back with all your normal faculties,
of course.’
‘I shall always listen carefully to what my
friends tell me, considering how best I may serve
my country,’ is all I could reply to such a flattering
proposal.
Sol then left, nodding to Joiks a somewhat
mischievous jovial backward look.

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I spent the rest of Monday afternoon browsing

through Frank’s library, and found out he was
interested in looking at how ideas were the
driving forces of history, within the minds of the
key agents of change. Frank developed this theme
in his The Locomotives of History, where he
developed some further ideas from Rackets, and
how insinuation had influenced great events in
history, mentioning the great money scam as a
fine example. He completely exploded the myth
that history happened by accident or chance,
showing how people made history happen,
insinuating otherwise, resulted in an academic
racket called Historicism.
One example of Historicism was the art or
science of ideas, called Ideology, which originally
claimed that ideas were the locomotives of the
historical process, and their study alone would
reveal the secrets of history. Frank claimed that
this insinuation was spotted very quickly, at the
end of the Napoleonic Wars, and the failure of
Ideology to live up to this conceit, held back
intellectual history for more than a century. The
discovery of this insinuation also gave Marx an
excuse to refer to any false philosophy as an
ideology, which was a distortion of the original
meaning of Ideology. This Marxian insinuation
took another century to correct.
How Historicism is recursive, or self
engendering, Frank explained further, and how it
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was the disciplined study of ideas that originally

revealed the fallacies of Marxism in the historical
process. Frank showed that ideas, in the hands of
key agents of change, could do untold damage to
civil society, as happened in Russia and Germany,
and claimed Ideology as the science of the study
of ideas is a valid study. Failures of disciplines
should not give reason to abandon them, but
should involve immediate revision and correction,
not throwing away the baby with the dirty bath
water, which only tempted abductors like Marx.
Frank concluded finally that only agents of
change make history happen, in a trial and error
system. Calling people names, such as conspiracy
theorists, for pointing this out, only conspired
against discovering the true locomotives of
history, and was a way of insinuating that people
had no influence upon their destiny. Ideology
should be a proper branch of Intellectual History,
with insinuation as a central discipline, to avoid
future failures.
I only put this little book down, when Joiks
called me for our light meal. Mary had already
decided that we would walk to the Mansfield Club,
which was only a short distance from Pongbourne
House, and told me that our security would be
handled by Joiks. He was on friendly terms with
our friendly detective from the Yard, and security
arrangements had been made within minutes of
the Yard discovering that Frank had been the
victim of another attempted murder. Joiks had to
liaise carefully with the Yard every time I moved
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out of his care at Pongbourne House. Colin had to

do the same at Pongbourne. Mary explained to me
that even the Station Master at Pongbridge was
informed of our security arrangements.
Because I had never moved in circles,
where being a member of a London club had been
necessary, Mary had to tell me the ins and outs of
Mansfield Club membership. Our hope was that
when we arrived, it would not be very difficult my
knowing what to say, where to go, what to do,
giving everybody the impression I knew my way
around. After memorising Mary’s instructions, I
could not help remembering Frank describing
rackets as conspiring to obtain money, power,
and other benefits, by fraud, manipulation, and
illegitimate means.
All members of Frank's study group had
gathered, when I arrived at the Committee Room,
and instantly Mary and Sol introduced me to each
one in turn. Looking at their faces, I wondered
which one could possibly have been the culprit
who revealed the true purpose of our study group.
The Times had told me that the world had known
only of the Frankist Study Group. Because of the
Prime Minister's indiscretion, everybody knew we
were looking into the involvement of Socialists, as
well as Frankist people behind the murders. This
was knowledge that I would rather have kept
hidden from the general public. Because my face
might have betrayed my thoughts, I decided give
a voice to it, and asked,

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‘Has the room been properly tested for

listening devices of any kind?’
Sol nodded assent to this, so I sat down.
Observing they all followed my cue, I gathered
that I was expected to lead the meeting. At that
point I thought it best to start from the beginning
of my own studies, in relating how I became
involved in the study of conspiracies.
‘It was Dr. Albert Schweitzer who first
introduced me to the notion that there were dark
evil forces in history. This was after reading
his Philosophy of History, published after the
Great War. His bibliographical approach was also
my introduction to Intellectual History. It was
from that work that I drew Shelley’s conclusion,
that true legislators are the divines, poets, and
imaginative writers, not the politicians, who are
merely their puppets. What we are up against are
people who know this truth, and control events by
undermining those who seek to reveal this secret.’
‘What you are saying is that ideas are the
locomotives of history,’ Sol replied, thoughtfully,
‘and it is those who originate ideas, largely control
events, and the people of the world are largely in
ignorance of this.’
‘That is how the unholy trinity has been
seeking to control the world’ Martin MacDonald
agreed, ‘for over two hundred years.’
‘That is certainly my conclusion,’ I agreed,
‘and it is because they had this insight into the
intellectual workings of history, that they have

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been so successful in my world, where they are

highly successful agents of change.’
Sol was impressed, and asked
‘So it was your own study of intellectual
history that led you to secret history, or the
hidden stream of history, and to the discovery of
secret groups that sought to control history?’
‘However,’ Martin added, ‘knowing how to
control people is in knowing how to set up great
schemes of control, in legally institutionalised
ideas. Conspiring to obtain power by ideas has to
be through institutions that embody that power.’
‘Yes!’ I replied. ‘That is what is interesting
about what Frank introduced you to in his first
book, Rackets People Run, where he contrasted
straight games versus crooked gaming. In my
world there are no contrasting models. Nobody
has established a paradigm of straight games,
distinct from crooked gaming.’
‘Yes!’ Mary piped in, speaking automatically,
‘We agree. Games are open, straight, and implies
facing up to conflicts, which are governed by
rules, and is an honourable form of play.’
‘While rackets,’ Martin replied in the same
automatic tone of voice, ‘are run by very sneaky
insinuating initiation procedures, pretending there
are no conflicts in the situation, are scheming by
baits, hooking people into doing things against
their better judgement. But where does this get
us? We have been over this many times before.
How does this relate to finding out who are the
people behind these murders?’
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‘Give Francis time Martin!’ Sol intervened.

‘This is his first session with us, and he needs to
find out where we are agreed. Going by what he
has said so far, he agrees with us.’
I nodded round the room to everybody, and
decided to push on regardless,
‘What I shall tell you is how this unfair
racket model of government does not work, and
the game model does. You live it, and see it
works. The racket model has never worked, and
we have seen this when rackets predominate in
any society. Crime works when crooked elements
are parasitical upon the rest of society, forming
an amoral and immoral minority. What criminals
are not able to do is establish civil human society
based upon their mode of life.’
‘True! They are antithetical to society,’ Dr.
Price agreed.
‘Some degree of crime is the price we have
to pay for the liberty we enjoy within a free civil
society,’ Sol replied.
‘However,’ Martin replied, ‘criminals cannot
bear liberty, except for themselves. They always
cheat the rest of us, left, right, and centre.’
‘True!’ I replied. ‘However, it is this inability
of criminals to run a viable civil society that is
their main weakness. They always need a moral
majority to run things, whilst they cheat us. When
they are successful politically, they are total and
utter failures.’
‘That is certainly a paradox,’ Dr. Price
replied, surprised.
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‘That is because criminal personalities are

total failures as civil human beings,’ Mary added.
‘What I have to tell you is how they have
been highly successful in the world where I come
from,’ I continued.
‘That means you are about to tell us how
your society has become a complete failure,’ Dr
Price replied.
‘Possibly you could give us a clue to be
getting on with. What is it about your society that
we should know about first?’ Martin asked plainly.
‘I shall start you off with one observation:
Of all the rackets listed in Frank's book, it was
Comparative Equivalence which resonated most
with me. It is a racket that pervades every aspect
of our life. We have called its manifestation the
Permissive Society. It prevents ordinary people
seeing criminals clearly, by immunising delinquent
behaviour from being seen as such.’
‘Frank called Comparative Equivalence the
Chalk and Cheese Racket,’ Mary added.
‘True!’ I replied. ‘Our comparing chalk with
cheese is ridiculous. They are different categories.
We know good from bad, and divine from evil. We
should never try to compare good with evil, but
should compare good with bad. It is because most
religious notions have been driven underground in
my world, that values are all mixed up. Our world
is full of category mistakes, such as good and evil.
This makes it easy for criminal ventures, without
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‘By divine,’ Dr. Price suggested, ‘you mean

pertaining to a benign ultimate concern: The aim
of our Hebraic or Christian society.’
‘Yes!’ I replied. ‘The notion of the divine has
been banished from public discourse, and that is
one pertinent aspect of Comparative Equivalence.’
‘Such pervasive relativism drives moral life
underground,’ Dr. Price quickly suggested.
‘Indeed!’ I replied, ‘Law is the only resource
in dealing with moral problems. We still have our
old British freedoms, but little moral sensitivity in
large areas of our personal and public life. So law
has to take up the moral slack, and the result is
the road to tyranny.’
‘An objective benign conscience has been
banished from both personal and public life,’ Dr.
Price concluded, satisfied he understood what I
was claiming.
‘And you are quite sure this is deliberate?’
Martin asked, ‘Somebody has made this happen?’
‘There is enough evidence,’ I replied,
looking at Sol for a response.
‘There is evidently a definite evil common
purpose in the racket you observe. Is that so?’ Sol
asked me quietly.
‘Yes!’ I replied simply.
‘Is it possible these assassins are killing off
people who are the defenders of our values; our
moral leaders?’ Dr. Price asked thoughtfully.
‘Yes!’ I replied, relieved Dr. Price was acute
in spotting where I was leading. ‘Could we make a
start looking in that direction? If I am wrong, we
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may have to go deeper into what life is like in my

world.’
‘Could you do that all the same,’ requested
Martin. ‘We could introduce you to our history,
and discover where it differs.’
‘Could we make a start now,’ I replied, ‘and
we may then find out more.’
We then spent some time covering where
our two worlds differed, and they straight away
told me that the War had ended in 1942, in their
world. I then had to explain how the War had
gone on for another three years, where large
areas of Europe had come under Communism.
They all agreed, that was the whole purpose of
the War. They financed Hitler, so to bring down
Stalin, and the same side that was supporting
communism.
Sol summed it up,
‘It mattered little which side won, they were
in control in both cases. It was only by making
peace, could all sides get to the bottom of the real
causes of the War. That is what we did, and we
have never really looked back on that right turn in
history. You have sadly lived through what would
have happened, if we had not made peace with
Germany in 1942.’
After hearing Sol say this, I felt completely
drained. Mary immediately told me this distress
was probably psychic fatigue, and the result of my
sensing the horrors of my own world. This was
true. My vision of the waste of life was still very

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difficult to accept. It was a matter of thinking and

feeling so deeply through this experience.
I had to ask everybody,
‘Could we all meet at Pongbourne House
tomorrow morning, for a working breakfast?’ and
they all agreed to this sympathetically, and we
broke up soon after.

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After returning from our meeting at the Mansfield

Club, I retired immediately, slept very soundly
again, and woke refreshed the following Tuesday
morning. My thoughts were upon the day, and I
took stock immediately, in preparation for our talk
over breakfast.
What surprised me mostly, was how I was
fitting in with all the people I had met so far. I
had lived a modest life up to then. Here I was the
same person, addressed as Sir Francis Roberts,
but now moving in circles of national importance.
This insight helped me reflect on the dreadful
things that had happened to my previous world.
Although I knew Robison's Proofs of a Conspiracy,
my insights were still blocked off by what I had
taken for granted. This was a great shock to me.
Insights came only by comparing realities. What I
remembered of my old world now shocked me.
Over another delightful breakfast, Sol asked
me whether I had fresh insights. I replied,
‘Yes Sol, I do begin to see some aspects of
a Sabb plot; Fabianism! The Sabbs must have
worked hard causing a coup d'etat by instalments.
The Fabians merely fronted for them.’
‘Fabians have always had very clever and
mysterious people working for them,’ Martin
replied. ‘These people have always known they
could only corrupt civil societies by a slow process
of undermining.’
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‘I suppose they knew that intelligence is

never a defence against folly. It is more often the
reverse,’ Sol quickly replied. ‘They only required
one highly intelligent warped soul, to spread his
fallacious reasoning amongst other like-minded
souls, and we had the conspiring seeds of what
we were talking about yesterday.’
‘Yes! I agree,’ Martin replied ‘Their nonsense
probably started with delinquent elements playing
with words in Continental lodges; intelligent lodge
men, engaged in all manner of intellectual follies.’
‘With foolish specious arguments, supported
by silly spurious illogic,’ Sol added, dismissively.
‘And that is how they established racket
institutions, throughout the last two centuries,’
Martin replied.
‘Yes!’ Sol replied. ‘We found out yesterday
that one racket institution had to concentrate on
immunising Masonic communities from finding out
how they were being hooked.’
‘These Insinuating Brethren are a typical
fungus type operation,’ Martin added, ‘as Prof
Robison described so well in his Proofs.’
‘Going by their success with this one racket
institution,’ I replied, ‘Comparitive Equivalence,
they are now in their final stages in my world. In
your world, they must have had setbacks. That is
why people are so full of self confidence, relaxed,
and do not feel under any threat. On the other
hand, in my world, everybody feels threatened.’
‘How is that so?’ Mary asked.

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‘Because of the anxiety over money,' I

replied, rather impatiently. ‘Anxiety over money is
a condition they must create.’
‘We have barely compared histories with
you Francis,’ Mary replied rather sharply, sensitive
to my impatience.
‘Yes! We must make a start with that,’ I
replied more calmly. ‘We may never make sense
of either of our two worlds, without our making
comparisons. Why the Cheese and Chalk Racket?
Obvious! It is a way of making any kind of moral
evaluation difficult. Values have to appear all the
same in a world of moral relativism. Delinquents
cannot operate in a world where there are moral
values opposed to them, but need to corrupt
human society in such a way that they may
operate undetected.’
‘So as we agreed, Comparative Equivalence
is a deliberate social amoral filtering process,' Dr.
Price stated, 'to immunise people from knowing
the ill effects of the incrimination of a mass of
influential people behind the scenes.’
Mary was not quite sure how to respond,
and looked at the others first, then reported,
‘After our meeting yesterday, we went
through the list of the murders so far, and found
that over half of them were people with strong
moral leadership qualities. We shall need to look
at the other half, to see how they may have some
bearing on what you suggested yesterday.’
‘These figures are probably enough to pass
to the House of Lords Select Committee,’ I replied
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to Mary, then taking up Sol’s point further, ‘Lastly,

even the most intelligent criminals are foolishly
short sighted in the sort of society they are trying
to create. What they do not want to know is how
their ideal criminal society is not going to work. It
has been tried countless times before, yet they
still try again. They are political and psychological
duffers. They are trying to establish a society that
will never work.’
‘Because it is like them,’ Mary added.
‘Crime is admitting a failure,’ Sol added.
‘Like them!’ I echoed. ‘Criminals are moral
failures. Crooked people may only live off the
successful moral earnings of straight people. We
are providing them with their living. Drug pushers
depend on societies that generates enough money
to support them. Undermine those societies, and
they lose their income. Very few parasites are
invested in the deaths of their victims, because
parasites depend on live hosts. It is obvious that
most intelligent criminals have never thought
through this paradox.’
‘Our blindness has been in not seeing this
paradox,’ Dr. Price stated thoughtfully, ‘and how
this has influenced our history since the War.
Nobody has ever expressed it so clearly, and how
this was the hidden factor in our religious revival.’
‘Which was a reaction to the failures of the
criminal regimes in Europe,’ Martin added.
‘My greatest difficulty in the past has been
my inability in accepting that Fabians could be
criminal in their ultimate purpose. The welfare
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bait waived at us, blinded us all from seeing the

hook behind the bait.’
Martin thought that out carefully, gesturing
first, then replied,
‘We did study the early history of the
Fabians, when we were still under German Nazi
influence, shortly after the War. This period
provided us with a window that made it possible
to look at the Fabians as hostile. Mind you, we
were barely able to see who were behind them.’
‘I must tell you that it was never intended
by the Frankists or Sabbs, that this degree of
revelation should come about,’ Sol replied. 'The
Sabbs lost control over what everybody was able
to find out about them.’
‘This has never happened in my world,’ I
continued, ‘looking at it from my perspective.
Churchill was surrounded by Frankist and Sabb
people all his life, and so was Roosevelt. Many of
their friends were Fabians, who pushed through
their legislation, both sides of the Atlantic. I have
often wondered whether they were more closely
connected with these dark forces.’
‘With us, sufficient suspicion was with us,’
Sol replied quietly. ‘They had a commonality of
family origins, and that knowledge contributed to
ending the War. People reform under pressure.’
‘I agree. This suspicion certainly helped end
the War,’ Dr. Price added
‘You understand, Francis, Churchill was not
an easy man to take out as Prime Minister,’ Martin
declared, ‘but the King and Regent made an offer
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to Winston Churchill, which Lord Chartwell found

very difficult refusing.’
‘Our European War ended in May 1945, and
ended in the Far East a little later,’ I replied.
‘Our War with Germany,’ Sol explained,
‘ended completely by the end of 1942, and our
war with Japan ended by the following January.
Ending both wars was not very tidy, because
Japan helped us bring down Stalin first, by
invading Siberia. The Japanese stalemate with
America, brought America out of the War. It was
a great period of enlightenment,’ Sol explained,
‘and we found out many things. What I remember
most about this period was how everybody was so
angry at finding out how both the American and
British governments were being used by these
dark hidden forces. Another war had come upon
us, and it had all been contrived by the ass heads
and their minions. We then found how our great
leaders had been great chumps, not champions.
Churchill became Viscount Chartwell, with a good
income as Viceroy of India, which kept him out of
financial mischief.’
‘They made him an offer he found very
difficult to refuse,’ Martin repeated.
‘It was much more difficult getting rid of
Roosevelt,’ Sol continued.
‘Although once Rudi Hess replaced Hitler as
German Chancellor, further details were brought
into the public domain,’ Martin added.
‘When everybody found out how Wall Street
had financed Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union,’
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Mary joined in, ‘Roosevelt was retired, along with

all his Sabb friends.’
‘Roosevelt died shortly after that,’ Sol
added, ‘the full story was never fully explored.’
‘What happened to Hitler,’ I asked.
‘He was President of Germany for a time,’
Sol replied, ‘but that did not last long. It was
found from our initial researches, how much he
was probably implicated in the plan to murder
millions of Jews, who would not leave Germany
and Eastern Europe for Palestine.’
‘The Sabbs had an infamous Transfer
Agreement with the Nazis,’ Martin added quickly.
‘Ah! I remember,’ recalling Edwin Black's
book on The Transfer Agreement. What they had
said made sense to me, because I had also read
Double Standards - The Rudolf Hess Cover-up, by
Picknett, Prince, and Prior.
‘Rudolf Hess originally came over to tell us
about the Sabb plan,’ Sol explained, ‘but the other
side got hold of Hess first. In spite of this setback,
we persuaded the Churchill government to send a
double back to Germany.’
‘This enabled us to switch bodies,’ Martin
added, and it was the real Rudolf Hess who went
back to Germany to make peace.'
'Who are we?' I asked everybody.
Everybody in the room looked at each
other, at a loss what to say, then looked at Sol,
who thought very carefully for a time, then looked
resolved to tell me all,

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‘It included everybody of importance, from

the Regent down, called the Peace Party. I was
employed by the Polish government in exile, along
with Mary's father. Your father was in close liaison
with us, and worked directly for the Duke of Kent,
who become the King of Poland after the War.’
‘I am getting the picture,’ I replied. ‘In my
world, the Duke of Kent was killed in an accident,
and Hess spent the rest of his days in prison.’
‘That is what the Sabb side intended,’ Dr.
Price replied. ‘That flight was one of the great
turning points of modern history, when the dark
forces did not get their way.’
‘It is beginning to make sense,’ I replied. ‘It
might make sense of my bad dream on Saturday.
When was Hess flown back to Germany?’
‘The day after Churchill arrived back from
making his infamous deals with Joseph Stalin. It
was 25 August, 1942,’ Sol replied precisely.
‘My birthday,’ I replied. ‘How on earth did
they manage to fly to Germany in the middle of
the War?’
Sol instantly replied to that,
‘They were on a radio beam to Sweden, and
on arrival, Hess had to reestablish his influence
over the AO and Oberland networks, that is before
persuading Hitler to stand down as Chancellor,
which was the beginning of the difficult process of
reestablishing constitutional government in
Germany. The Sabbs tried to sabotage the plane.
It nearly crashed after picking Hess up. Despite
this, they managed to make their way.’
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‘That flight was a miracle,’ Dr. Price

exclaimed. ‘and it is difficult knowing what would
have happened if that plane had not arrived in
Sweden, so ending the War.’
‘Sol just told me the answer to that, Dr.
Price,’ I replied. ‘My world is what happened.’
‘That is what Frank wanted to know,’ Mary
replied, ‘and was always trying to find out the
date of the turning point of modern history.’
‘He might know that by now,’ I replied. ‘Let
us hope he might do something about it.’

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We spent the rest of that morning comparing

histories, and I would have to write another book
to tell you what we found out. However, I had to
leave for Pongbourne, directly after an early
lunch, so we continued tying up loose ends in
comparing histories. I was still seeking to discover
the exact time when my world differed from
theirs. My first impression was that it was from
the date of my birth, 25 August 1942, but that did
not entirely make sense to me at the time. Our
histories certainly appeared to differ from the time
when that plane crashed, as it had done in my
own world, although in their world it had flown all
the way to Sweden. It is now clear to me that
history is not entirely linear, because our worlds
only started to differ from that point onwards. We
shared the same histories before that date. For
instance, Mary was ten days older than me, and
so the same Mary should be common to both my
worlds. However, it became clear to me that I was
not entirely common to her world.
Sol talked of possible space-time paradoxes.
How could an event change possibilities in such a
way that we now had such differing worlds?
Dr. Price was fascinated with this question,
and said we were merely ideas in the Mind of Our
Maker: All of us are God's incarnations. Our
possibilities are infinite. We are not automatons,
doing what He scripted for us, where only one
world could be possible. God is a singularity, a
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pluralist, and prefers to give us the gift of

freedom, which implies plural worlds. Our script is
certainly there in our genes, and we have the
freedom to evolve (under Grace) in accordance to
His laws, called Epigenesis. However, we have our
free abilities to go against His laws, which Dr.
Price called Paragenesis, declaring in effect that
my world was paragenetic, or a graceless world.
'Highly pathological!' they all exclaimed,
with a certain degree of humour. I had to agree
with them.
We then discussed how far their own world
was not quite right. This discussion went on
throughout lunch. We only broke up, when I had
to leave for Pongbourne.
When I left them, Mary came with me in the
car to Paddington, and allowed me a few precious
moments of silence. I could not help looking at
the fascinating world around me with more fresh
insights. It was a world that was closer to what
God intended, in Dr. Price's terms. Where I came
from, differed much further. This made a sense,
and was a religious way of looking at it, but could
be translated into secular terms. Our true nature
was better served by living like what I saw around
me, explaining why all these people had so much
more confidence, were more relaxed, less tense,
and much more singular. Psychotherapists had
often talked about self actualisation, and of self
realisation in their chatter. Self actualisation and
realisation appeared to be a way of life here, not
an aim that had to be pursued in compensation.
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Here was a world where everybody found some

degree of self-fulfilment, which led to finding
meaning in true religious ideals, of redemption,
true salvation, and individuality.
Mary woke me from my slumbers, when we
arrived at Paddington Station, to instruct me what
to say to Phibbs. My appointment with Phibbs was
directly after coming off the train, and I needed to
know which Phibbs would be seeing me. Phibbs,
Phibbs, and Phibbs, were a family partnership in
my grandfather's day, and had been our family
solicitors for generations. Mary informed me that
this was still the case, and I would be seeing the
same Phibbs who was at school with me, before
we had to leave Pongbourne. His son was now in
partnership with him, and although his father was
retired, he still came in now and again to do Trust
work for them. Mary told me that their old house
rules were that client and solicitor still addressed
each other in formal terms, although they might
be on the most friendly, intimate terms outside
the office.
Mary saw me to my compartment, and
waited until Prasad suddenly turned up. He came
to make sure my security arrangements were all
in order. He was clearly not taking any chances,
or leaving the task to others. I did my best to give
the impression I was taking it all in good part, and
quite confident in his ability to deal with anybody
who might desire to kill me. My compartment was
soon filling up with people, and once Prasad was
satisfied everything was in place, he left.
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I soon settled down to my thoughts, and

our train was soon making a graceful slide out of
Paddington Station. This never ceases to give
pleasure to those who travel by steam. The hustle
and bustle of the diesel world I had come from
was now in the past. This graceful form of travel
was much more to my liking, as it was obviously
to the liking of everybody I could see around me.
Two children had managed to acquire seats
by the window, with the intention of following
every aspect of our journey. They had little books
to take notes, with other books by which to
recognise different locomotives. At the start, they
had not seen the locomotive pulling our train, so
their first task was to wait until the carriages
turned corners, then peep out, trying to make out
what locomotive was up front. After both them of
had taken their peep, this resulted in consultation
with their books, argument over conclusions, and
then jotting down their differing views, to check
later. This would be when they were able to visit
the engine driver at the front of the train. This
activity did not distract my thoughts at all, and I
found their company relaxing: Such childhood
activity was civilising at its best.
The rest of the passengers were engaged,
either in conversation, or reading, and it was very
difficult making out which could be my baby
sitters. I had not bought reading matter myself,
so one elderly person passed me her magazine,
after only a short read herself. Soon others were
doing the same. So by the time I had arrived at
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Pongbridge, I had become very well informed, and

on a great variety of subjects and views.
I formed an impression that the proprietors
of these journals and magazines had a more
personal interest in their readers, than I was used
to seeing. They were all professionally produced,
and were not by any means the product of what
we call cottage industries. However, they were all
lacking in commercial bait: lurid detail, sexy art
work, subliminal messages, covertly undermining
what was said overtly. They said what they were
paid to say, and were not out to cheat the reader
of what they were saying. I was surprised how
more interesting these journals and magazines
were, and drew the correct conclusion that the
authors said exactly what was in their mind,
because of the lack of a commercial agenda. The
abandonment of the worship of money would
appear to have had a very beneficial effect upon
the media, and contributed much to civilisation.

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 Phibbs, Phibbs, and Phibbs

To my surprise, it was Dawes who met me on the

platform at Pongbridge Station, and he appeared
pleased to see me. I was also appreciative that he
was relieved to see me, and we instantly decided
to walk to Phibbs, Phibbs, and Phibbs on foot,
arranging with Jinx that he would pick us up later.
Dawes wished to consult Mr Phibbs over some
estate business, and my presence was needed. It
was very pleasant walking through the streets of
Pongbridge, and I could not help noticing the
absence of poisonous noise and pollution. It was
possible to talk to Dawes, without shouting.
When we arrived, I instantly remembered
the middle Mr Phibbs, when we entered his office,
and we were soon exchanging pleasantries. Mary
had wisely informed him of my true identity, and
he dealt with Dawes in a kind, polite businesslike
way, bringing me into their discussion, when he
thought we should follow his advice.
Dawes was able to leave, totally satisfied
with our transactions at the end of this business.
Phibbs then gestured to a chair,
‘Dr. Landau told me your story on Saturday,
and I was not surprised. I was less surprised than
I thought I should be.’
‘Our agreement is that people in the know
call me Francis, and we call my other soul, Frank.’
‘It is a convention in this office that we
always call you Sir Francis, the same as we called
your father Sir John, your grandfather Sir Francis,
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and you always call us Phibbs in this office. It

keeps our relationship strictly on a business
footing. It was started centuries ago….’
‘… Over some lady problem,’ I interrupted.
‘It was contrived as a way of avoiding contempt
and over familiarity, when transacting business.’
‘True! Outside of business hours, the rules
of love and war prevail. Here it is business as
usual,’ he replied, and we both laughed. I was
going to like this gentle man, and we decided to
get down to business straight away.
‘You took some important papers of mine,
Phibbs, and I am wondering what they are.’
‘Yes! More than papers, Sir Francis, I took
the Rose Box as well,’ going over to a cupboard,
unlocking it, and then bringing a box larger than a
dispatch box to his desk. Then unlocked his desk,
and retrieved a key. ‘You should find another key
like this in your study, and that Frank kept his key
in a safe place. The Rose Box was placed where
everybody could see it, although the content was
of a private nature.’ He then put the key back in
his desk, and carefully locked it.
‘This is to do with what business, Phibbs?’
‘I understand that Dr. Landau is assessing
how much to tell you at present. However, we
understand the papers inside are mostly where
Frank kept his most personal papers.’
‘It all sounds very secretive to me, Phibbs.’
‘Only of a personal and private nature, Sir
Francis. Certain relationships in life are personal
and private, such as religious affiliations. Frank
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had many of those, and the Rose Box was where

he filed away matters of that nature.’
‘Shall I take the box away with me today?’
‘I understand that Dr. Price is coming down
tomorrow to discuss business with you? So is Prof
Martin: Matters concerning the Frankist Group?’
‘True, Phibbs!’ I replied, puzzled that he
knew this. How did Phibbs know that? Mary told
me at the very last moment at Paddington. He
made no attempt to explain, and simply said,
‘I shall bring the box over to you then,’ he
suggested. ‘Shall we say around ten thirty, after
Dr. Price arrives in Pongbridge. We could all come
over together. Both were present when I removed
the box, after Frank's accident, and it is fitting
they should see its return.’
‘Fine! Fine!’ I replied. ‘Is there any other
business to discuss Phibbs?’
‘Yes, there is. My son handles your son's
business, and has intimated to me that your son
is now considering remarriage.’ I nodded to go on.
‘We now need to discuss matters concerning the
settlement of his proposed marriage. You need to
inform me what arrangement you would like me
to make.’
He looked at me, not quite sure what to
expect in reply.
‘I think it would best for me to discuss this
with Jack first, then we could take this further.’
Phibbs thought for a few minutes, then
spoke in a more careful tone of voice,

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‘Jack and Frank had arguments a few

months before Frank's accident. Jack eventually
went to America to cool down. However, these
arguments were not over any proposed marriage,
but over differences of opinion, over personalities
that Frank trusted, but Jack did not.’
‘Please tell me more?’ I asked.
‘The name Jack mentioned was Solomon
Bekov: which brings me to my last item. I am told
that Jack was approached by a certain Member of
Parliament, William Lincoln, who was trying to
meet Frank, just before his accident. This meeting
never took place I understand, and Frank had his
accident shortly after that. Jack was very upset at
the loss of his mother. Once he realised his father
was going to recover only over a much longer
time, he decided to make himself scarce in
America, leaving matters unresolved.’
‘Did Mr Lincoln get in touch with you?’
‘No! However, he did get in touch with my
son. What he had to tell him was very disturbing,
according to my son.’
‘I had best now let you arrange a meeting
between Mr. Lincoln and myself, and see where
that leads.’
‘I shall put that in hand, Sir Francis’ Phibbs
replied, taking notes. ‘You could see him here, in
our offices, or at Pongbourne?’
‘Any such meeting had best be here Phibbs,’
I replied, rising from my chair.
‘I think that is all, Sir,’ he said, also rising.
‘May I go now, Phibbs?’ I pleaded ironically.
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‘Sir, you may go!’ equally ironically. We

shook hands, both of us smiling at our naive fun,
and I took my leave, with the firm knowledge that
I had found another decent friend.
I met Dawes and Jinx outside the main door
of solicitors' offices, with the carriage waiting for
me. They had put up the top, because rain was
coming on again, and started almost immediately
we were seated. We drove home in pelting rain,
and talked about all manner of things, except
anything to do with business.

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Dawes had warned me that Percy had arrived,

and so I was not that surprised, when Percy was
the first person I met, as I ran from the carriage.
He was showing what could be called complete
disregard for the weather, and walking about in
the rain. He always appeared to me as if he had
recently clambered through a number of hedges.
Age had not changed him. He made up for his
lack of brains, by taking up more space than was
normally necessary, and like some wild animal,
left his messy marks all over the place. I greeted
Percy in the best way I could, with a slight
reserve, knowing that telling him it was raining,
would only result in some empty gesture of
contempt for the elements. Agnes was looking on,
with a mixture of amiable tolerance and humorous
forbearance, and I could see how she possessed
Percy as an article of fun, with only the slightest
concern for other people. I threw my hands up in
gestures of hopelessness, and quickly ran from
the scene, up to my rooms.
Colin was already in my dressing room,
preparing my change of clothes, and told me of
our arrangements for dinner. He also told me how
things had been since I left. Today, Lord Talbot
had only just had high tea, when he took his
constitutional walk, rain or no rain. Colin found
Percy great fun, and was in a giggly state, which
he had picked up from Agnes. After he calmed
down, he narrated how this visitation had come
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about: Percy had fallen out with his housekeeper,

who had left his service in a huff, and then he had
been left in a rambling palace of a place, making
his usual mess, without anybody clearing up after
him. The Talbot's butler was very conveniently on
holiday, with no forwarding address, and so his
lordship decided to escape to Pongbourne. Colin
was all admiration for Agnes, and her abilities to
manage such an impossible man. She had also
instilled a sense of fun into everybody, which
made up for Percy's disruption.
I then heard of the countless instances of
what our noble guest was capable of doing. It
soon became evident to me that Percy's visitation
had come almost like a holiday to our staff,
providing the necessary break with our usual
ordered life. I listened to Colin in silence, with
occasional laughs, dressing quite appropriately,
according to the careful instructions from Agnes,
modified by Colin, and with my agreement, of
course. By the time Colin had finished with me, I
was resigned to a pleasant break with normality.
It would make a change, and I thought how fools
are the empty set of any ordered society.
Before dinner, I decided to spend an hour or
two in my study first, before venturing out into
the unknown. Colin had arranged for Jill to come
over to help me sort out a few things, and provide
me with a few clues how to handle Percy. I gave a
mock salute to Agnes, as I made my way into my
study, gesturing to my attire, to make sure she
had seen how compliant I was to her wishes. She
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nodded, and went back into the living room. I

could see a number of The Times in the usual
place, and piles of letters on the desk. Some had
been opened, with a reply from me already typed
out. I quickly settled down to business, and
managed to dispatch most of it by the time Jill
arrived, who looked even more lively. She was
obviously enjoying having her Uncle Percy staying
with us, and found him great fun.
‘They are going back tomorrow morning.
Aunt Agnes has been in touch with the butler,
who managed to contact the other Mrs Walsh, and
pacify her. Totteridge should be back to normal by
the time they arrive back.’
‘What is normal, Jill, with your Uncle Percy?’
‘Oh! He is great fun really. The children love
him, and he tells them things nobody else does,’
Jill replied, smiling at me, with a challenging look.
I wisely decided to move on, and discuss with her
the business in hand.
‘I have Phibbs coming over tomorrow
morning, with a few others, and they should be
here by ten thirty. It would be great if we could to
dispatch all our business before they arrive,
because they will no doubt stay to lunch.’
‘Daddy, we should be able to dispatch your
business by ten, and I shall be most interested in
meeting your mysterious people,’ throwing it out,
like another challenge, ‘I suppose it is another
meeting of the Rose?’
‘Jill, you know more about such things.’

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‘They met here the day after you had your

accident, and removed the rose box grandfather
always kept by the window. Jack and I have
always wondered what was in it,’ looking at me
with a questioning look.
‘It would appear I shall find out tomorrow,’ I
replied blankly, and left it at that.
When we had finished, we decided to join
the others, and walked into our large drawing
room, where the whole family were assembled.
The children were thoroughly enjoying
themselves, all being as close to Percy as was
humanly possible, who was telling them a story. I
walked over to Agnes, and very briefly touched
her hands. It was a gesture that seemed to be
right for that occasion, and I then took my place
next to a very serious looking young man, who
turned out to be Percival, the eldest son of Agnes
and Percy. It was his children who were listening
to Percy, along with Jill's two.
I engaged Percival in small talk first, and
soon found he was not like his father at all. We
talked about Jack coming home tomorrow, and
bringing his bride to be. Her name was Delphine
he told me, evidently knowing them both very
well, and was in regular correspondence with
them. Percival talked good sense, spoke with
quiet short incisive sentences, almost inaudible at
times, and I often had to ask him to repeat what
he said. What I was able to find out from Percival,
was often confirmation of much of what I was
able to discover from Sol over the following week.
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Percival was a Tory, like his parents, and

spoke of being a Whig Tory, who were mainly
responsible for the passing of the Usury Acts. He
considered himself an ally of the Whigs. Frank had
kept Percival informed. He quickly told me how
much he knew about the secret institutions of the
State, and I was able to glean much information
from him. Percival assumed that I needed him to
tell me what I had forgotten, and so was pleased
to oblige, and to tell me how much he knew.
What surprised me most, was how very
open Percival was in what told me, explaining how
I (being Frank of course) had used mnemonic
devices in telling him what he knew about the
Illuminati and Masonic community. At the outset,
I gathered that Percy and Percival were in the
Brotherhood, and the two terms that interested
me most, were ‘trance states’ and how people
were ‘entranced’ by these secret institutions.
Although Percival spoke openly about this to me,
he narrated this in his inimitable quiet voice,
never saying anything above a whisper. My first
impressions of these institutions was they were
not now entirely secret, but rather accepted by
everybody as meeting what Percival called civil
bonding, and why trance states were important.
What interested me first, was how he
explained the existence of the Illuminati, which
was now well known by everybody in the lower
reaches of Masonic communities, explaining the
English ascendency of how 'toffs’ had organised
Freemasonry throughout the world. He was
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closely involved with the Blue Illuminati, which I

assumed were the old White Anglo-Saxon upper
reaches of Regular Freemasonry. But he told me
there was no autonomous blue lodge system,
called 'regular Freemasonry,' because this had
become fully infiltrated by Secret Masters, and
exotic Continental degrees. The Blue has a fight
on their hands.
In America there was what Percival called
the White Illuminati, which was apparently the
upper reaches of the Scotch Knights or Templars.
He implied that they were troublesome to the
Blue, and spat out 'Sparticism' to me, which was
loud enough to attract the attention of Agnes. He
then continued telling me quietly how the White
Illuminati had been infiltrated by the Black
(German Fascist/Jesuitical/Nazi), and their
supposedly opposite dialectic, the Red (old Soviet
Rosicrucian) Illuminati members, following the
great Sabb migration, after the 1939-1942 War.
Lastly, although Freemasonry was supposed
to have a secret wheels within wheels structure,
like the old RAF roundel, the truth was different.
Nobody knew who was really Red, White, or Blue,
and certainly not Black or White, even within Blue
British Freemasonry. However, I quickly inferred,
by Percy's quiet calm manner, that the Blue were
again the most powerful influence throughout the
Masonic world. The picture that Percival painted
was of a Masonic game that was now known by
everybody. Nobody was in ignorance what game
they were playing. He said that conflict was now
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central to understanding of what they were doing.

Freemasonry, as graft racket, was more difficult
to run nowadays, because everybody knew about
rackets, and how they operated in the real world.
Nobody fell for the old story that people met in
secret to perform mummeries, purely for their
own amusement, or esoteric knowledge.
Percival ended by saying that absolute
power corrupted absolutely, and secret power was
even more corrupting than absolute power. It was
evil, because such power made any remedy or
redemption almost impossible. Only the most
corrupt criminal personalities in any community
seek that kind of power. From this narration, it
became clear that there had been a massive world
wide clean up of the whole Masonic community,
led by the Blue, and why the Blue had influence.
Freemasonry was now a game, in the real sense
of the term, not a graft racket, and everybody
knew what they were playing.
I had serious doubts, listening to Percival,
knowing how naïve members of the Brotherhood
tend to be. However, he expressed an attitude of
mind, which would surely have some influence. If
this honest gamey spirit grows, it could turn the
whole business of secret power round, and create
acceptable faces of the Masonic community, or
even the Illuminati.
We then went into dinner together, and
Agnes took charge of where we all sat. I sat at the
head of the table, with Agnes at the other end,
with Percy on my left, and Percival on my right.
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The children were all seated in various places, and

I could not work out her logic first. The children
appeared quite uninhibited in Percy's company,
and there was never a dull moment, as one might
say. The conversation was instructive, lively, and
put me in touch with practically every aspect of
what concerned the various age groups.
I did not have much to contribute to the
conversation, and very prudently followed the
flow, coming in when I could say something that
did not give myself away. Percival was always
supportive, and I did my best not to let him down.
His high opinion of my wisdom was flattering. He
also treated his father with great respect, which
was reflected in better behaviour. It then became
obvious that Percival had a parental influence on
Percy, and that is why Agnes placed him facing
his father.
We broke up when the children had to
leave, and Percy saw them off to their beds,
telling them more stories on the way, to their
great delight. We then spent the rest of the
evening talking in the drawing room. Percy joined
us later, and just before settling down to play
cards with Agnes, he, looking at me fiercely, shot
a question,
‘The children are asking, where is Aunt
Mary, very persistently.’ I must have coloured a
little, because he quickly attended to picking up
his cards.
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‘Mary is in London, and should be coming

back to Pongbourne tomorrow.’
Percy nodded sheepishly, and looked at
Agnes, who did her very best to pretend she had
not heard anything.They then played cards for the
rest of the evening.
We finally broke up, only when these two
had finished playing, and my conversations with
Percival had exhausted every topic. There was so
much I found out from Percival, which was helpful
in dealing with Sol the following week. Percival
was always helpful in reminding me of things,
which he assumed I had forgotten, and I have to
admit that my fraudulent position still worried me
at this time. Despite this, I felt very much at
home, which was very strange. After only three
days, I was beginning to accept this rich family
life as real, and my other world, appeared unreal,
and even unbelievable. Such were my thoughts,
when we finally went to bed.

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I woke the following Wednesday morning, with no

feelings of apprehension or tension at all, and felt
unbelievably relaxed. I had not known this state
since early childhood. Everywhere appeared more
still and solid, as I drew the bedroom curtains,
and looked out upon the day. My view was like a
painting, where I could study every detail, and
everywhere was a work of art. Even colours were
more vivid than the day before. The pure joy of it
made me wonder what had brought this about.
Will this state of being last? What does this mean?
Why now?
Colin brought me my breakfast at the usual
time, telling me that our guests would be leaving
around nine, and that I should be ready by that
time. Agnes had left few other final instructions.
So I settled down to The Times, before eating my
delicious breakfast.
The Times covered the story that the Lords
now thought the people murdered were usually of
some great influence upon the moral life of the
nation, although gave no reasons for drawing
their conclusion. The Editorial then concentrated
on the difficulties of knowing who were at risk,
how to police their security, and covered this
aspect thoroughly.
The second Editorial dealt with the American
economy, which was subject to a deep recession.
It was claimed that this had no effect upon the
rest of the world. This was put down to the degree
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of autarky achieved by most countries. This term

'autarky' surprised me at the time, because I
remember it was a term much used during the
time of the Third Reich. The Times accepted this
term as denoting a highly desirable state of
affairs. The American problems were attributed to
their continued inability to break free from the
Federal Reserve System, international money
markets, and their refusal to return to
constitutional government. It was their own fault,
The Times concluded.
The last Editorial was a skit on a satirical
play, then running in the West End, and about to
cross the Atlantic. The play was highly subversive
of Whig American values, and made fun of Tory
satirists versus the Whig parodists. I concluded
from this, that the philosophy of the people of the
United States of America were to be made a great
laughing stock, for holding beliefs the rest of the
world had abandoned decades ago. The play was
a satirical parody on the illuminated ones, and
how their Utopias never turn out as planned. Their
foolish act of putting their trust in crooks, was the
cause of so many of their failures. I remember the
last sentence very well.
"Escapists never manage to do very well,
because they never know how to start from where
they are. Failures in life only know how to dream
the sleep of reason. Those who cross over the
seas to unspoiled lands, only take with them what
they were escaping from; their own failure to
make a success of civil life."
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That appeared somewhat too severe at the

time, but I thought The Times probably had good
reasons for making such comments. Because of,
or despite this, I tucked in, enjoying my breakfast
all the more, then dressed quickly, ready to see
my guests safely away.
As I went down the stairs, I was dreading
what new catastrophe Percy had brought upon
himself, when the first person I saw was Percy,
with one foot bandaged up.
‘It was merely one of your nasty carriage
horses, Francis,’ Agnes quickly whispered in my
ear, giving me a little peck on the cheek, as if this
accident was some great achievement, treating
this latest accident like a going away present. I
soon found that her family were now assembled,
ready to make their way to their carriage, now
that I had arrived. Everybody then did so with
various degrees of ceremony. Getting Percy into
the carriage required some firm words from
Agnes, such as 'Come on my pigeon,' and this
was achieved, without too much complaint from
Percy. He even established himself with a certain
degree of noble dignity. His family then followed,
taking their seats, with variable degrees of what
could be called emulated dignity, and barely
audible titters. It was then that Percival shook
hands with me, wishing me a fast recovery, and
suggesting he visit me again soon, when we could
talk further. I agreed with him, adding a few
suggestions. Everybody then smiled goodbye to
us, except Percy, who looked nobly ahead. They
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then drove away, back to what I imagined would

be their life of chaos.
I spent the next hour clearing my desk, in
preparation for my meeting at 10.30, and Jill
helped me. I was more competent than Frank had
been, and Jill became suspicious. This surprised
her greatly.
‘It is most unusual that you are able to do
so much,’ she told me, in her usual challenging
manner, making me feel all the more a fraud.
Deceiving her was not in my nature. Our whole
relationship was dishonest, but it was Mary who
insisted on keeping my secret from her. Jill left
when Mary arrived, and I decided to raise this
issue with her straight away.
‘When may I tell Jill? She notices that I am
more competent with paper work than Frank, and
she found this unusual this morning. She never
has to help me to the same extent as she had to
with Frank. You know, I had to compensate.’
Mary thought for a time, and then replied,
‘It has to be a Group decision really, or we
could get confused. We might let the cat out of
the bag. We do not want any accidents. The last
one was near fatal.’
‘I feel such a fraud at the moment. I do not
have the necessary dishonest skills to tell lies, or
know how to manipulate people.’
‘Poor Francis,’ Mary replied, coming over to
me, and touching my cheek in mock concern. ‘We
shall have to do our best to relieve you of your
great moral burden. Talk this over with Sol.’
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Colin then popped his head round the door,

and told us that Mr Phibbs, Donald Martin, and Dr.
Richard Price, had arrived. At that point, I had no
idea what all this fuss over a box was likely to be,
and waited patiently, whilst they all assembled,
and noticed that the study had exactly the right
number of chairs; five. They all knew the room
well, and where to sit. When they were all seated,
Mr. Phibbs opened the proceedings, after placing
the Rose Box upon a small table by the window,
then announced,
‘Frank is no longer with us, and we assume
his soul has passed to another place. In his place,
Francis is before you. What you all have to decide
today is whether he is the twin soul of Frank, or is
he some impostor, because we all know about
doubles, and how Rudolf Hess was whisked away
to Scotland, leaving his double in Wales. Has the
other side played the same trick on us here? This
story of being a twin soul could be another great
confidence trick. They may have murdered Frank,
and placed his double here amongst us. You all
have to decide.’
Martin thought carefully before speaking,
and opened by saying,
‘I had serious doubts first, when I heard
from Mary what happened. Personally, my opinion
was to put very serious doubts on any possibility
of souls passing from one singularity to another.
Such notions ran totally counter to my previous
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‘And Martin, do you now have a religious

supernatural interpretation?’ Dr. Price asked, in a
quiet, modest voice.
‘I am not sure, Dick. Nothing like this has
ever happened before. It is the sort of story the
other side would think up, like setting up a false
Illuminati to undermine benign fraternities.’
‘Such setting up persuaded some people!’
Mr Phibbs interjected, 'I know many fine Brothers
within our local Brotherhood, who still believe the
Black Illuminati is the real thing.'
‘Exactly!’ exclaimed Martin. ‘Is Francis here
real, or is he counterfeit? With respect, Francis,’
addressing me not unkindly.
I nodded my agreement. Mary shifted in her
chair, and started to speak, but thought better of
it. Mr Phibbs sat back in his chair, looking at me,
expecting me to say something. I looked at them
all, reading what I could in their faces, and then
considered my words very carefully.
‘Is there some way we could verify my true
identity? I know my family history, but agree, that
could have been learnt. Could there be some
means of verification, that might be other than in
the material sense?’
‘You mean in some supernatural sense?’ Dr.
Price suggested. ‘We have here a supernatural
phenomenon, and therefore must follow that
method of verification.’
Mr Phibbs exclaimed,
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‘It is logic the other side might have thought

up,’ Martin quickly countered.
‘There are methods that would be beyond
their spiritual experience,' Dr. Price persisted. 'For
one thing, they know little of the real purpose of
the Rose. They know only counterfeit versions.’
‘Real gold is not within their ken,’ Martin
replied tersely, with a slight mock accent.
‘We all follow you,’ Mr Phibbs replied, calling
them to order, then pausing, ‘Mary?’ looking at
Mary questionably.
‘Francis is in many respects a much nicer
person than Frank. He is certainly less selfish, and
tends to consider others far more. When I first
saw him last Saturday, I was shocked. He was like
Frank, but different in the sense of what Frank
would have been, given different background or
upbringing. He becomes more like Frank every
day, except…’ Mary paused, ‘except he has not
picked up any bad habits, yet!’ adding the last
word with emphasis.
‘Does he possess the gold we are talking
about, Mary?’ Martin asked. ‘Is he a fit member of
our Rose?’
‘He grows each day. He has obviously came
from a dreadfully graceless world. He will certainly
take time to become accustomed to our graceful
one. All he sees is certain material advantages.’
‘What did you make of my sermon last
Sunday?’ Dr. Price asked me directly.
‘You spoke directly to me,’ I replied simply.
‘In what way?’ Martin questioned.
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‘Because of what Mary has just said about

coming from a graceless world,’ I replied. ‘Those
who live by grace may fall from grace. My world
has fallen from Grace. This one clearly has not…’
looking at Mary, ‘yet!’
‘That reply satisfies me, intellectually,’
Martin replied, ‘but how do we know you are
justified by Grace in the supernatural sense?’
‘How does any of us know?’ I replied. ‘Oliver
Cromwell went through most of his life thinking he
was blessed by Grace. It was only at the end of
his life that he had serious doubts.’
‘True!’ Martin replied. ‘Congregationalists
have much to live down,’ smiling at Dr. Price.
I was as that point reminded of a book by
Nicholas Hagger, called The Light of Civilisation,
and how Hagger showed Grace was common to all
religions. Grace has been rightly called the light of
civilisation, because it did not bring redemption
and salvation in itself, but was the means. It was
the inner light that led the way.
‘Are not the fruits of Grace the issue here?
As Dr. Price said last Sunday, Grace is the portal,
the only the way to redemption and salvation. The
door way has two pillars, one is material and the
other spiritual. In your own minds, is not my
justification found in the spiritual efficacy of Grace
in my own life process? I have to admit to you
that I failed to find my way in a graceless world.
Might I do better here?'
‘Which does suggest a probable divine
reason for your being here,’ Dr. Price suggested.
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I concluded from that statement that they

had probably accepted me, and there was very
little more to say, when Martin concluded,
‘You know, Dick, I have always been a bit of
a Doubting Thomas. We have here the Rose that
has had a petal transplant.’ Everybody laughed.
‘We should judge Francis,’ Mary said with
some difficulty, ‘if we are allowed to judge, purely
by our own criteria.’
‘Well said!’ Mr Phibbs exclaimed. ‘The Rose
Box has been reinstated.’
‘But what is in the Rose Box, Mr Phibbs?
What is it?’ I asked.
‘That is the secret Francis,’ Mr Phibbs
replied. ‘Frank used to keep all sorts of papers in
it, but that is how he looked upon the meaning of
the Rose. It is not the Rose Box that matters: It is
the spiritual content; the connection between us,
and what inspires us that provides the meaning of
the Rose Box: Remember your family motto!’
‘Your family motto is like the great G in the
Freemasons sign,’ Martin exclaimed. ‘Members of
various Brotherhoods attribute all manner of
meanings to what the G means. Workers of the
Rose have their own.’
‘The vessel is merely the means, but found
in the message, like with the Holy Grail,’ Dr. Price
said, wishing to say more, but falling silent.
‘I am beginning to understand,’ I replied,
‘but it is lost in my world, and why it is such a
mess. The false Illuminati are a dreadfully evil

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force. They seek to destroy the very souls of

everybody, so to control the world.’
‘That is why you are here, Francis,’ Dr. Price
replied finally, ‘to tell us these things. Frank tried
to tell us, but he had no evidence.’
‘At that point, Mr Phibbs said, rising, ‘we
had best end our business meeting. I shall leave
you to discuss matters for the rest of the day,
while I get back to my other office.’
At that, we broke up, and decided to have
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Mary, Martin, and Dr. Price joined me for lunch,

whilst Mr Phibbs, after a brief chat, went back to
his office, and it was at this lunch that we started
discussing a number of aspects of our two worlds.
I opened our discussions by stating,
‘I read in The Times today that some people
are claiming that Grammar Schools are unfair,
and should be replaced by what they called a
fairer system of education.’
‘It is not The Times that is suggesting that
idea, of course’ Dr. Price replied, ‘but a number of
academic bodies.’
‘Don't fall for it! It is a con,’ I said bluntly.
‘Doing away with Grammar Schools only results in
lowering of the standards of education throughout
the country. That is certainly what happened in
my world. This specious bait, is offering a fairer
system in a Comprehensive system of education,
where everybody would have what they claim is
"equal opportunity." Life does not work out that
way, and the product is spurious fruit. Inequality
between children of different abilities rarely finds
resolution in Comprehensive education.’
Mary responded unexpectedly, and said,
‘If it ain’t broke, don't mend it,’ in a cockney
voice, and then asked, ‘Why are academic bodies
suggesting that we abandon grammar schools?’
‘A good question,’ Dr. Price replied. ‘I was a
product of a grammar school myself, and would
never have passed the classical language exams,
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that the Independent Pastorate insists I possess,

without my grammar school.’
‘You have put your finger on it, Dr. Price.
Their agenda is to do away with institutions that
educate people like you,’ I replied. ‘They wish to
create institutions that support a certain kind of
person, and is education by Natural Selection, not
by Grace. Comprehensive systems of factory type
education, produces secular individuals, where
those going into religious vocations, are tainted
with the Jacobin bug for the rest of their lives.
That is their hidden agenda.’
‘I find that very difficult to imagine,’ Martin
replied.
‘So did Frank,’ Mary agreed. ‘He could
imagine such possibilities, but found it difficult
visualising a world where the essence of religion
could be missing.’
‘Like most of us,’ I exclaimed, ‘he found it
difficult thinking beyond what he was taking for
granted. That is what we keep coming back to.
These people want us thinking like them, taking
for granted whole sets of perverse values, or lack
of them, in an occultation of true religion.’
‘Who are they?’ Martin asked quickly.
‘I think we may call them what you call
Sabbs,’ I replied, 'crooked minded occult master
conspirators, behind other front organisations and
institutions, such as the Fabians, Socialists, and
networks generally, serving ignoble aims.’
‘Not forgetting the false Illuminati!’ Dr. Price
added.
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‘And the Elders of Zionism,’ Martin added.

‘Then let us start by defining our terms. By Sabbs
we mean the most hidden force within the unholy
trinity, involved in the Frankfurt conspiracy, going
back to that meeting between Frank, Rothschild,
and Weishaupt.’
‘By Sabbs,’ Mary quickly replied, ‘we also
mean those who have been brainwashed into the
Sabb belief system: Frank described these people
as systemic criminals.’
‘Wait a minute!’ Martin exclaimed. ‘How did
these people cause what you say has happened to
your world?’
‘It has been a gradual process,’ I replied,
‘since the original meeting of the unholy trinity.
We may trace them first-kick starting the French
Revolution, then a number of further attempts at
revolution throughout the world.’
‘We would suggest that framing the Jews
was the Sabb side of the Unholy Trinity,’ Martin
replied. ‘and by authoring The Protocols of the
Meetings of the Learned Elders of Zion, they gave
an impression that Jews were behind the Russian
Revolution, and this also provided these Sabb
Elders of Zionism with protocols by which their
conspiracy could replicate itself.’
‘Like Hitler,’ I replied, ‘these Sabb Elders of
Zionism said exactly what they were going to do,
and then did it.’
‘Yes!’ Mary replied. ‘I agree. The reason this
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of The Protocols to the Jewish Zionist community,

was so they could hide behind that community.’
‘It was a false flag operation,’ Martin added.
‘That is certainly how they still operate in
my world,’ I replied. ‘The Sabb common purpose
is always a double purpose.’
‘It was certainly the way the Sabbs hid the
fact that master criminals were to blame,’ Mary
replied, ‘how all master criminals operate. They
frame petty criminals for their crimes. Millions
died in Russia. Who took the blame? The Jews
took the blame. Nobody was capable of thinking
Sabb, or criminal personality.’
At this point in our discussion, I wanted to
hear much more about the criminal personality,
because I had read The Criminal Personality by
Prof Yockelson and Dr. Samenow, a three volume
work on the profiling of the criminal personality.
I gestured to Mary to continue.
‘My Interest in this field was the main
reason why I went to America, because a profile
of the criminal personality was completely missing
from our study of history. Historians had never
looked at this profile academically, or seriously,
because it was outside their field.’
‘True!’ I replied. ‘Historians have always
been persuaded to look at how people were
hooked into revolutions and wars, but never
looked at key personalities as criminals.’
‘As we were telling you yesterday,’ Martin
replied, ‘these criminals were planning to murder
the Jews under Hitler. That was why Rudolf Hess
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came over to seek our help. Hess had a streak of

decency, and proved that when he got back to
Germany. Before his flight to Scotland, he held
the key position over the AO and Oberland, and
knew everything that was going on in Germany.
He found out what the Sabbs were planning, and
decided to try to stop it. He came over in May
1941, and immediately fell into the wrong hands.
We took time to remedy that situation, by finding
a suitable double to take his place. Sol will give
you a first hand account of this.’
‘Francis has already told us that because
this mission failed in his world, they did manage
to murder millions of Jews.’ Mary told them sadly.
‘This time the Germans got the frame, and the
people behind the murderers went free.’
‘They did hang a few after the War,’ I
replied, ‘but the trials were framed by the very
people who were behind the original financing of
the Nazis, and even the mass murder of the Jews.
Many millions of Germans suffered after the War,
for the crimes of these few people. These people
covered their tracks so effectively, that nobody
has been charged with complicity.’
‘Mr Big always getting off free!’ Mary added.
‘Yes! It is because none of these people
were ever brought to trial,’ I continued. ‘That
makes it doubly difficult bringing an action now.
The full story may never be told. What I claim is
that many innocent people were implicated. Even
your Peace Party has been interpreted as friendly

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to Hitler, and so implicated by hindsight, rather

than as being solely concerned with peace.’
‘Does nobody know the true story behind
the Hess mission in your world?’ Martin asked.
‘It is now hidden, secret history, providing
the Sabbs with means of blackmailing the families
involved in trying to make peace with Germany.’
‘That would certainly tend to keep many
people quiet,’ Martin replied.
‘Double Standards The Rudolf Hess Cover
Up by Picknett, Prince, and Prior, are unearthing
remarkable amounts of material. There is still
paper work to be done. As I said just now, the
problem is that this false history has now been so
entrenched, everybody regards those who tried to
make peace with Germany as being responsible
for millions who died under the Nazi hands.’
‘Guilt by association,’ Martin added.
‘And the winners always write history,’ I
replied. ‘It is the losers who are blackmailed.’
‘It is true to say,’ Martin replied, choosing
his words carefully, ‘in our world, there were
certainly plenty of Nazi sympathisers, who were
supporters of the Peace Party. We now think this
was merely a bait they held out to us. The hook
was years of Nazi influence in our political and
cultural life after the War.’
‘I know from my own researches,’ I replied,
‘that the High Tories were easily baited by some
friendly Fascists. What you say does not surprise
me. However, unlike my world, you did eventually
break out of the vicious circle.’
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‘Because both our dominant parties were

worshippers of the state,’ Dr. Price replied, ‘our
religious revival made breaking out inevitable.’
‘Yes!’ I replied. ‘Your rediscovering Whig
Conservatism, has something to do with it. Many
of us thought we had rediscovered the great Whig
underground stream in the Eighties, but it turned
out a chimera, and a con.’
‘Let me sum up, which may make sense of
both our histories so far,’ Martin asked everybody.
We all agreed.
‘The Sabb or Frankist conspiracy has never
been seen for what it was in your world, because
until recently, you had never seen the criminal
personality in history. Is that true or false?’
‘True!’ we all replied.
Martin then gestured with his hands,
‘It is possible for the criminal personality to
be emulated within Masonic like institutions, and
these are influenced by Sabb beliefs.’
‘Yes! Up to a point!’ Mary interrupted.
‘Explaining the Sabb phenomenon is part drift
theory, and part breed theory. It is true to say
that people of a criminal nature tend to drift into
secret institutions, into illuminated Freemasonry,
and Sabb esoteric institutions. It is true to say
that the Frankists have been powerful rich people,
who have connections within these institutions.
Some of these people are certainly criminal by
nature, and are generators of this pathology,
which mostly run these institutions, but there is
an element of breeding criminals within these
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institutions, until they become what Frank called

systemic criminals.’
‘These are the useful idiots,’ I suggested.
‘Not entirely!’ Mary exclaimed. ‘It is possible
for some people to go so deep into incrimination,
that they become criminals in the process.’
‘All crooks are good at manipulating people
with money, ideology, compromise, ego: MICE.
So master criminals know how to bait vulnerable
people with MICE.’ I quickly suggested.
‘And hooking them into becoming crooks
permanently,’ Mary repeated, ‘once people are
hooked into criminal activity, they find it very
difficult getting out of bad ways. As I just said,
they become systemic criminals. They think in
twisted ways like criminals, they feel bad like
criminals, they know secret things like criminals,
and act in nasty compromising ways like them.
They are criminals in objective terms.’
‘They share what we could call a common
purpose with the criminal?’ I suggested.
‘Yes!’ Mary replied. ‘Once people are so
institutionalized, their lives are in accord with
criminal common purposes. It is very difficult for
ordinary decent people buying out of this crooked
way. Your world is run on racketeering lines. We
only saw gangster mobster activity in America,
the Soviet Union, and Nazi Germany.’
‘Yes!’ I replied. ‘Prof Alexander Zinoviev,
who wrote devastating satires of racketeers, did
help bring down the Soviet Union. He called the
Soviet crooked version, Homo Sovieticus.'
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‘Some Nazis,’ Martin added, ‘called the rule

of law under the Third Reich Adolph Legalite, a
perverse form of Legal Positivism.’
‘Both of your examples show how crime
may prosper, in the right criminal environment’
Dr. Price replied thoughtfully.
‘Such terms are often too truthful to last,’ I
replied. ‘Some crooked people call their own graft
cult Common Purpose.'
'I wonder if their naming it is deliberate, or
accidental,' Dr. Price asked.
‘Common Purpose was probably their
original Aesopian code for their double dealing
purpose,’ I replied,
‘Code for what they are doing covertly,’
Martin replied, ‘but with a transparent name.’
‘Yes!’ I replied, ‘but are they stupid enough
not to see that somebody might put two and two
together, and draw conclusions? It might suggest
that somebody wants us to know about them.’
‘Are you are claiming that somebody wants
everybody to know what they are doing, by giving
a name to it?’ Dr. Price asked.
‘They gave that name to it, which is code for
their own double purpose,’ I replied. ‘Whether it is
conscious or unconscious, I do not know, but I do
know this kind of sabotage is always a weakness
of those who are divided against themselves.’
‘Some part of them seeks justification for
what they are doing, overtly,’ Dr. Price asked,
‘and in the process they are sabotaging the covert
purpose of their agenda?’
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‘Something like that. It would appear to be

so. Even moral defectives seek justification for
their actions,’ I replied. ‘Crooked people must
either rationalise their need for justification, or
find other means of finding justification.’
‘Which raises the issue we have raised
before,’ Dr. Price started to say. ‘If justification is
not by Grace, how do we come by it?'
At that point, Dr. Price then paused to say,
‘Ah! We have wandered way off our earlier
discussion of the merit of Grammar Schools.’
‘Sabotage indicates a conflict of intentions,’
I continued. ‘You will discover this, if you go down
the road of adopting Comprehensive systems of
education. Within barely a generation, the ghost
of Grammar Schools will appear again, probably in
some perverted form, called academies. A conflict
of intentions always appears within the conscience
of those adopting any false system, whether it be
in education, or some other venture.’
‘By false,’ Dr. Price replied, ‘we mean an
education that does not provide fair opportunity to
people of true merit, independent of background.’
‘It true to say that it is never easy to put
down honesty, integrity, or reality,’ Martin added,
‘ultimate values will always tend to prevail.’
‘I agree. Good is that which usually prevails
ultimately. Great is truth and shall prevail!’ I
exclaimed. ‘It is a fine motto.’
‘Grammar Schools are the honest, scholarly
way of dealing with real diversity of intelligence,’
Dr. Price replied.
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I decided to conclude,
‘What I am claiming is that this principle
applies to those adopting false ways. Conscience
may not always be conscious, but it will assert
itself unconsciously, and sabotage the false. That
is all I am saying.’
‘All people are moral beings, including moral
defectives, and none may reject that fact without
suffering serious spiritual misadventure,’ Dr. Price
concluded.
‘Yes! That is a paradoxical aspect of criminal
societies, that always comes uppermost: Criminal
societies are sabotaged by the true, and why they
are never workable in the long term,’ I concluded.
At this, we decided to take a break, and I
was glad of this, because what I had contributed
had not been entirely lacking in some sense. My
faculties and memory were certainly returning.
Above all, they had all accepted me, and I no
longer felt fraudulent in their company. Also our
meeting had been helpful in my getting to know
everybody, and I was making great progress
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After our break, we returned to my study, fully

intending to discuss a number of issues, before
Dr. Price and Martin left for London. It became
clear to me that they wished to discuss some
serious matter, but were not sure how to bring
the matter up with me. I decided to take full
responsibility, by raising the issue myself.
‘I was told yesterday that my son has been
approached by somebody who is questioning
whether Sol is what he appears to be. Have any of
you been approached?’
‘I have very vaguely!’ Dr. Price replied. ‘I
always hear tittle-tattle from all kinds of people,
and not surprised that Sol should create suspicion
with some people.’
‘He is a very intelligent man, and learned.
We should remember what the Bard said about
those who read and write,’ Martin said light
heartedly. ‘Speaking for myself, I find the old boy
OK, as the Americans say. My rule is to suspect
everybody though.’
‘What do you think is the cause of suspicion,
other than Sol's intelligence and great learning?’ I
asked, taking Martin more seriously.
‘Everybody knows he is from a Frankist
family. He has never denied that. It is true to say
that not all people from Frankist families turn out
bad though,’ Martin replied, choosing his words
more carefully.
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‘People not entirely in the know, tend to

draw wrong conclusions,’ Mary added seriously.
‘There are those last remaining dinosaurs who
think Jewish people are behind every bad thing in
the world. Even today, there are still people who
read old books, and never check out what they
read. If such claims are in a book, it must be true.
I still find people who still have some prejudices
against me, even at Pongbourne.’
‘Ah!’ I replied, half joking, ‘If your family
had been here since the sixteenth century, like
mine, you would still be regarded as half Pong.’
Mary waved a dismissive hand at me.
‘If this suspicion is merely old fashioned
prejudice against Sol being Frankist, or even
accused of being Jewish, we may dismiss our
suspicions. If we have grounds for believing he is
not what he appears to be, then we have a
question to ask. How do we find out?’ I asked.
‘That has been our problem researching
Sabbs,’ Martin replied. ‘Their aim is always to do
the forbidden, but keep that secret by deceit and
double dealing.’
‘Their appearing to be loyal to one purpose,
whilst really being apostate, to another,’ Dr. Price
postulated, ‘cleverness is how such people conceal
their covert, and sometimes delinquent behaviour.
It is true to say that most apostates lead double
lives, although are not always delinquent.’
‘That is why most clever people are under
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‘Hence the suspicion against Jewish people,

who tend to be clever people,’ Mary asserted,
looking at me for a challenge, and I replied,
‘I remember reading somewhere, that there
are five aspects to the Sabbatean belief system,
and we have covered two; apostasy, and double
dealing. We have covered how they think the
forbidden, and so may appear to be one thing,
whilst they are really something else. What are
the other three?’ I asked, looking at Martin.
‘Their secret apostasy is often delinquently
furtive, the other three expand upon that,’ Martin
offered blankly.
‘Their apostasy often does not appear to be
criminal,’ Dr. Price added, ‘on the face of it, but in
the long term: By extension, as logicians say.’
Dr. Price then decided to expand, and we all
sat up attentively to listen to what he had to say.
‘What Martin and I often discuss, despite
our differences, is how the Christian message is
really the distillation of all that is best from the
Hebraic religious tradition. It is this moral spiritual
distillation, which removes any criminal elements
from our Western legal and moral tradition. That
is the essence of our New Testament legacy.’
‘It is exactly what a wise Jewish gentleman
once told me to be the case,’ I replied.
‘The Sabb belief system inverts this moral
distilled soundness,’ Martin continued, ‘and seeks
to destroy what is good about our legal traditions.’
‘By falsifying the good,’ Dr. Price exclaimed.
‘They claim we should do evil, so that good might
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come of it. Their justification in seeking evil has to

pretend to be a kind of religion, by manipulating
our religious impulses, and destroying our deep
religious instincts within traditions.’
‘We mostly know what is good about our
religious impulses and traditions,’ Martin added.
‘Which we find by following the prophets,’
Dr. Price followed up, ‘which is distilled out more
fully in the New Testament.’
‘The distillation is there, if we only look,’ I
agreed, wondering by now when we would get to
dealing with my question.
‘That is the point where the other three
aspects come into the picture,’ Martin explained.
‘They have to destroy the correct distillation of
our Hebraic New Testament essence, and put
false values in its place.’
‘Of course, only apparently drawn from the
same traditional sources,’ Dr. Price added.
‘Within our Judaic religious tradition,' Mary
claimed, 'there are aural traditions, which adds
complications to these perversions of the true
Hebraic message.’
‘It is also true of the Christian tradition,’ Dr.
Price replied. ‘The Reformers rightly called the
false aural traditions, the Babylonian Captivity.
Although breaking free from Rome appeared to be
what the Reformation was all about, really it was
about Rome not breaking free from captivity. The
Reformation of the Church was much preferable,
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‘Rome claims to have higher knowledge,’

Mary continued, ‘which is more than the Biblical
message, very much like Jewish secret doctrines,
all going back to the same Babylonian source: We
call Mystery Babylon!’
‘That is what I was coming to,’ Martin
replied. ‘The other three articles of faith of the
Sabbs are to do with the extensional content of
their apostasy. It is totally hidden from us, the
profane, and why it is called occult.’
‘They pretend to be true to the religion of
their birth, or choice, but are really not true. They
believe otherwise,’ Mary insisted.
‘We have already agreed that their belief
system is tailor made to the requirements of the
criminal personality,’ I replied, ‘unlike ourselves,
which is tailor made to civil society. What we call
Christian civilization.’
‘You have it!’ Martin exclaimed. ‘If we go
back to the Frankfurt meeting of Jacob Frank,
Amschel Rothschild, and Adam Weishaupt, we see
why it made sense for the three of them to come
together. Frank was a Sabb, and so he wanted to
expand more power to the Sabbateans, within the
Islamic and Jewish communities.’
‘You mean expand the secret doctrines of
the Sabb Babylonian influence?’ Mary insisted.
‘Indeed!’ Martin replied. ‘It was the same
with Adam Weishaupt. He was a Jesuit academic,
who already had some knowledge of Illuminati
traditions. He would have known of Bacon’s New

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Atlantis, and his plans of an invisible college, and

secret brotherhoods.’
‘The ideas of the original British Illuminati
may not have been all bad and evil,’ Dr. Price
said, speaking to me directly, ‘as far as we are
able to find out from our British sources.’
‘However,’ Martin continued, ‘Weishaupt
was determined to steal this Illuminati tradition,
bending it to his own wicked and perverted
purpose. Read the man! This was not a man of
God. He was a rogue, and looking to establish a
rogue’s paradise on earth, seeking to insinuate his
evil doctrines and protocols, within Christian and
Masonic communities.’
‘The same with the Sabbs,’ Mary added.
‘They had been insinuating their perverse belief
system within the Islamic and Jewish religious
communities, by appearing to be working for one
or other of the conflicting factions of religious
bodies, whilst really seeking to undermine the
whole civilized fabric.’
‘Yes indeed!’ Martin agreed. ‘As Francis told
us the other day, dark forces cannot undermine
our civil societies, until the value system working
against them has been fully neutralised, or even
eliminated completely.’
‘That is certainly what they have largely
achieved in my world,’ I claimed. ‘Now what of
Mayer Amschel Rothschild, with his five sons,
running the five strategic banks of Europe?’
‘They were to finance it all!’ Martin claimed.
‘It would not have been very difficult for Amschel
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Rothschild to explain to the other two rogues, how

he could take over the great money scam. All that
Mayer Amschel Rothschild had to do, was send his
five sons to all the capitals of Europe, where they
were to seek control over the issuance of money
in all European countries.’
‘The following century was rightly called the
Age of the Rothschilds,’ Dr. Price added. ‘It was
during that century that three well organised dark
forces were well placed to establish institutions to
take over the world.’
‘Which they have largely achieved in my
world,’ I assured them.
‘When we study subsequent history after
1785,’ Martin continued, ‘we see their money
power factor in every major political incident.
Where did the conspirators or revolutionaries
receive their money? Do we need to speculate.
Only rogue bankers may invent money out of
nothing. Each incident forced more governments
to borrow, under the money scam system, so
increasing national debts, continuously financing
these dark forces further, and snowballing their
money power as a dark political force.’
‘We must also remember,’ Dr. Price added,
‘that war creates a decline in civilised values, by
preventing people from working things out calmly.
It is very difficult coming to the right decisions,
when governments are forced to react to events.’
‘That is, until 1942,’ Martin interrupted,
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ending their War brought them out into the open,

and revealed their hand. The rest is history.’
‘I wish I could say the same for my world,’ I
replied, satisfied I now had some grasp of their
history. ‘Now please remind us of the three other
articles of faith of the Sabbs, Martin. I am sure it
is important.’
At that point, Martin collected his thoughts,
looking round at everybody, making sure they
were all going to listen to him, then declared,
‘The first is concentrated upon demolishing
the scriptural authority for our civil life: the Bible.
They claim the real Torah is not the real Torah,
but is what they call the Torah of Atzilot, which is
a mystical Torah of aristocracy.’
‘Once you claim that you have some hidden
or secret key to life,’ Dr. Price added, 'only known
by some hidden aristocratic masters, nothing is
really open to scrutiny.’
‘This certainly explains their need for secret
societies, strange initiation rites, very elaborate
mummeries dressed up in mumbo-jumbo, and
hierarchies of ranks,’ I concluded.
‘It has always been a very successful
confidence trick to claim that only some secret
masters know some great mystery,’ Dr. Price
added, ‘which is also a clever cunning way of
hiding what is not known.’
‘Second,’ Martin continued, ‘First Cause and
the God of Israel are not the same thing. One is
the God of the Philosophers, and the second is the
God of Religion.’
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‘Of course,’ Dr. Price commented, ‘the first

is the God that only the aristocratic masters may
know, and the other may be dismissed as foolish
superstition. It is a salami tactic, to divide and
rule by claiming superior knowledge, of that which
is well placed beyond criticism, then dismiss what
is known, because it is open to criticism.’
‘I thank that is what Frank may have called
a double whammy,’ I added.
‘Lastly,’ Martin concluded, ‘that the Godhead
may take human form, allowing sect leaders to be
fully incarnated.’
‘Along with all the other false messiahs,’
Mary added quickly.
‘Quite!’ Dr. Price replied. ‘It is easy for these
foolish people to pretend to be what they are not,
when their amoral characters are committed to a
false belief system. All spiritually sick people are
habituated to fraud, manipulation, and illegitimate
behaviour, and find it easy pretending they are
above criticism, by imagining they are divine.’
‘Indeed!’ Martin added. ‘Some people may
never know how amoral they are, because they
are insinuated within innocent looking institutions,
which are so established to supply them with their
amoral justifications.’
‘It is possible,’ Dr. Price added, ‘for some
people to live in self deceptions for a very long
time, because these secret institutions provide no
reality principle to confront them, only a false
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‘That is when self deceptions are based

upon self sealing doctrines?’ I asked.
‘Exactly!’ Martin replied. ‘They are certainly
self sealing in the sense that they appear to prove
their infallibility, by the specious nature of their
argument, not open to normal modes of criticism.’
‘Criticism is so easily explained away,’ Dr.
Price added, ‘in spurious illogic, of one form or
another. Secret institutions are forms of collective
or institutional Narcissism, and Illuminism itself is
merely a form of solipsism writ large!’
‘So, as you say,’ I concluded, ‘although
these secret institutions are not overtly criminal in
themselves, they do offer infinite possibilities for
criminal activity, under the cover of countless
sophistical delusions?’
‘Correct! As Prof John Robison suggested,
Sabbs are like criminal fungi, cultured within the
most secret of occult institutions,’ Martin replied.
‘And this is where Freemasonry is highly
questionable,’ Mary continued. ‘None of us may
claim that the whole Masonic business is evil or
wicked in itself. However, it offers environments
in which evil and wicked people may carry out
plans, without being challenged, or found out.’
‘This obviously makes it trebly difficult
knowing whether somebody is criminal, or naively
innocent, or Sabb,’ I concluded.
‘True!’ Martin replied. ‘I know members of
my own family, who will leave Freemasonry, only
when I provide them with some concrete proof of
criminal activity within their own lodge.’
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‘I have found,’ I suggested, ‘that many

people have a streak of perversity in them, that
likes to be associated with the forbidden.’
‘That goes back to the Garden of Eden,
Francis,’ Dr. Price replied, but then added more
seriously, ‘although Sabbs do model themselves
upon that myth.’
‘It is true that John Milton painted a more
sympathetic picture of those who rebel against
Heaven, than his unsympathetic caricature of the
Heavenly Father,’ I replied, sadly remembering
Frank's introductory chapter to Rackets.
At that point we completed our discussions
on the question of Sol for the time being, covering
most of the difficult ground, and agreed that we
had a difficult task deciding about him. It would
be best to leave that matter until I had spent
some time with him, and everybody agreed that I
needed to decide for myself.
It was around this time that the younger Mr
Phibbs left a message to tell me that Mr William
Lincoln would be willing to come down early next
day, and would I come in and see him tomorrow
morning? I agreed to this immediately.
On hearing this, Martin agreed to stay over
night, and go back Thursday morning. We could
go into Pongbridge together, and find out what Mr
Lincoln had to tell us about Sol. We could continue
our discussions for the rest of the evening, while
Mary and Dr. Price had to leave.

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After they left, I asked Martin to explain money to

me, because I had not wanted to go over the
ground again with the others. We had already
done more than enough of that. I had not entirely
grasped what Frank had explained in Rackets.
Martin was not surprised at all, and told me that
he made sure his students understood this matter
in their first year. If they failed to do so, or easily
forgot what they had learnt, he failed them. He
told me that Sol called this racket scam and scum.
‘The scam is simply treating money as if it is
a commodity, instead of a measure.’
‘I am not sure I understand that, Martin. I
thought money was a medium of exchange.’
‘It is Francis. It is measure of value, in your
transactions with others.’
‘I am not sure what is wrong with treating
money as a commodity.’
‘I you do that, you are exchanging one thing
of value with another other thing of value, called
barter. The whole purpose of money, is have a
medium of exchange, which is a measure of the
transaction, but not costing anything to buyer or
seller. It is like inches or ounces. Money allows
one party to put a price on the commodity, that is
being exchanged, without cost to either party.
Money may be anything; sea shells, feathers,
pieces of paper, or what you want. It is free.’
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‘So money could be something of value, as

in barter, but essentially money is nothing of the
kind. It is measuring out value in our transaction.’
‘Francis, your tailor does not suddenly tell
you he cannot make your suit, because he has
run out of inches, or your butcher fail to sell you
meat, because his scales have been stolen, or do
the box office at the railway station tell you the
trains are not running today, because they have
run out of tickets? Money, the world of measure,
and the real economy of commodities, the world
of values, are essentially different worlds. It is the
confusion over these two worlds that was largely
responsible for our past slavery to the scum.’
‘Scum are the people who ran the scam?’
‘Sol and Frank have many names for the
scum who ran the scam, calling some banksters,
They knew what they were doing, and never let
on. We traced the scum back to the robber barons
of Henry Beauclerc’s day. Later we had the
privateers, or pirates, or skull and bones people,
after the fall of the Templars. They became the
high ranking Masonic scum, who kept the secret
of the money scam down the centuries.’
‘Which was simply that money was not
essentially valuable in itself, but was merely a
means of exchanging valuable things, without
cost to anybody?’
‘Exactly Francis! Like inches and ounces.’
‘So what of gold? Why do we need gold?
‘We do not need Gold Francis, unless we are
joining the scum, and wish to cheat our fellows.’
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‘What of the Gold Standard?’

‘It was one big con, Francis, to give the
impression that money had to be valuable. Gold
could be handy in barter, of course, but confusing
it with money only confuses complex minds, and
causes us all to lose sight of how simple money
really is. Nobody needs gold, except those who
work with gold.’
‘Does it matter who issues money?’
‘Of course Francis. The governments of
nation states should lay down the measures for a
country. If you let the privateers back into issuing
money, they would soon cheat everybody, as they
did in the past, and create an empire of scams.’
‘ I think I have it now, Martin.’

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It was during our dinner together, that Martin felt

freer to continue filling in the missing history, by
opening out discussion, saying,
‘It was most probably my fellow Scotsman,
Prof John Robison, who was responsible for your
missing the historical importance of the Sabbs.’
‘I agree, Martin. Prof. Robison tended to
concentrate mostly on writing about the Illuminati
in his Proofs of a Conspiracy, which we agreed,
was only covering the Catholic Jesuit side of this
unholy trinity. It easy enough to say why that is
so: Jacob Frank had died by the time Robison
wrote his Proofs, and he assumed the Rothschilds
took over Frank’s financial network.’
‘Which is true,’ Martin replied. ‘their agents
were certainly active within the Frankist network.
We found that out that after the fall of Stalin in
1942. A number of their descendants had been
moved to the Urals during the War, hiding out as
Jews. When the Japanese armies arrived in that
part of Russia, many were quickly rounded up.
Although they pretended to be Jews, knowledge
of their past crimes soon threw them into the
hands of the law. We had the full cooperation of
the Jewish community by then, when we revealed
the Sabb plan to murder Jews.’
Martin then asked me pointedly,
‘You have no doubt heard about the Zionist
infamous Transfer Agreement with the Nazis.’
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‘Yes! I have! They would have murdered

more in your world, if the War had continued, and
they certainly murdered a certain number in my
world, although there is still argument over exact
numbers. The number claimed is six million, but
some people claim less.’
‘We believe that the point of this mass
murder was to create a spurious burnt offering
called the Holocaust,’ Martin continued ‘hence
ambiguity over exact numbers. So Sol says, the
Learned Elders of Zionism needed a claim of at
least the six million, so they could make claim to
the Holy Land, which would otherwise be against
all religious or scriptural authority. Religious Jews
know they have no more right to the Holy Land,
than those who have settled there over centuries.
Sol told me that he questioned at the time why
the Sabbs worked closely with the Nazis, driving
so many Jews out of Germany.’
‘I know from my reading of Barry Chamish
that these Sabbs were political Zionists, with
hidden connections with the oppressive regime in
the Soviet Union. They are now murdering Jewish
religious leaders in the Holy Land.’
Martin thought this over very carefully,
before replying further,
‘We found Sabbs running Siberian death
camps, and they were not very pleasant people.
As Dick Price told us just now, the basic Sabb
philosophy is to do evil, so that good might come
of it! That doctrine is a licence to maim, murder
people in millions, and cause distress to all. We
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have never had any doubts that the Sabb belief

system is a charter for the criminal personality.'
‘I have read a number of books on these
crimes,’ but so many of these authors tend to end
up being anti Jewish, because they do not know
about the Sabbs of the story.’
‘That is quite understandable on their part.
They may see an element of Jewish complicity in
this business. It takes a very brave people to fight
organised crime, particularly when it has been so
entrenched in their community centuries.’
‘Compromising people with a love of money
tends to silence even the most deeply religious
people,’ I suggested, somewhat cynically.
‘Yes, as Burke said, we are all involved in
complicity, when good men do not associate to
stop bad men combining.’
‘I agree! As I told you earlier, after the War,
we held a trial of the so called War criminals. All
crimes were listed in the indictment. One of the
items listed was conspiring against peace, and
legitimate and constitutional government. I forget
the exact wording. Their failing to prosecute those
who financed the Nazis has resulted in the same
crime families conspiring in the same way against
legitimate government now. Again, nobody is
doing anything about it. It is as if constitutional
government has abdicated.’
‘It has always been so, Francis. Only a
dozen were willing to remonstrate against King
Charles at the beginning. The English Civil War
could have been avoided otherwise.’
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‘There are very few who know right and

wrong, Martin, and even fewer who are willing to
fight for it.’
‘We were fortunate, and had a very bad
period after the War, when the delinquent Nazi
element obtained a hold over our political elite.
That caused enough pain to seek change.’
‘Pain is what our friendly Fascists appear to
be avoiding, with the influence of such bodies as
Common Purpose.’
‘I am sure of that Francis. Possibly you
remember Edward Wood, Lord Halifax of Munich
fame. Woods have been undermining the religious
constitution of our country for generations: With
them, the end always sanctified their means, even
when it was treacherous complicity with Nazism.
Name any secret Catholic or Jesuit secret society
over the last century or so, and you find them.’
‘I have read little on this subject, except
The Secret History of the Oxford Movement by
Walter Walsh.’
‘When the Fascists nearly took us over,
during our Nazi European Union period, we very
fortunately had a timely change of government.
The infamous combination of Tory Socialists and
Socialist Tories, were turned out, and the New
Whigs came in. You might be surprised to hear
that your Winston Churchill supported us.’
‘Whig Conservative government is what we
have needed for decades. All we have had were
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stream has run through our life for generations,

without coming to the political surface.’
‘That is probably because the conspirators
anticipated your every move, using Whiggery as a
bait, but with their false hooks. In our case, within
months of the Whigs taking office, they demanded
the end of the Regency. That ended our Tory
Socialist period. The people demanded the King
back, and he signed the Declaration of Right and
Wrong. We have not looked back since then.’
‘That is interesting. There has been talk of
introducing a Bill of Rights by our political elite.’
‘That is no good at all, a Bill of Rights has to
be passed by Parliament, which may take it away,
or chew it away by redaction. A treaty between
Sovereign and People is a totally different matter.
The Declaration is a treaty: Stating clearly what
the law happens to be. It does not make law, but
declares law; stating what all governments must
follow to remain within the rule of law, defining
limited government. The Declaration follows the
traditions of the Charter of Liberties of Henry the
First, Magna Carta of King John, and the lesser
known Declaration of Right of William and Mary.’
‘That would certainly give our Queen full
right to state what is right and wrong, when our
corrupt governments slide into lawlessness. Your
Declaration possibly explains why everybody
appears so assured and confident in this world,
and why nobody appears really anxious.’
‘Our Declaration most certainly tidied up the
British Constitution. No constitutional government
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is possible, without a treaty of this kind. It was

probably no accident that the practice of granting
charters by the Sovereign, defining the rule of
law, fell out of use.’
‘We could blame the German Hanoverians
for that Martin.’
‘It certainly started in earnest under the
Georges, when all the wrong principles were
adopted, and the right ones ignored, as Edmund
Burke was the first to point out.’
‘We still have our constitutional documents,
but nobody takes any notice of them any more.
We may just as well have a large bonfire.’
‘Which we nearly did Francis, during the
great Palace of Westminster fire: Was that fire
started deliberately? I sometimes wonder. It was
when they were burning the tally sticks. We now
treasure our constitutional documents, which are
integral parts of our constitution. The Sovereign's
Declaration of Right and Wrong defines their
significance. The Sovereign is the correct symbol
of our Sovereignty, and the only right person to
make this Declaration, which merely informs us
what we should already know. Some people would
still doubt it, if it had not been stated.’
‘It is true Martin, that when the Sovereign is
the head of state of an elected dictatorship, doubt
is the case.’
‘Elected dictatorship places any Head of
State in an impossible situation.’
‘If our Sovereign acts constitutionally
against the government of the day, she may be
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accused of political bias. Governments easily bait

their causes in Parliament, by saying in effect; If
you do not sign with this Bill, you are against the
poor, the hard up, the disadvantaged, or even
free enterprise. I have to tell you, our Queen is a
totally meaningless icon of what was once called a
constitutional monarchy: She often fails to act
constitutionally, because of begging the question.’
‘It is true that elected dictatorships are a no
win situation for any Head of State. That situation
ended with the Declaration. The Declaration was a
wise act of the late King, and we Scots take some
credit for being behind it.’
‘I guessed as much, Martin, I do seem to
remember another Declaration of Right, very
much like it, defining Scottish sovereignty.’
‘We have no reason to doubt the validity of
our own Declaration of Arbroath, because we have
a clearly defined constitutional government at
Westminster. It was an elected dictatorship in
London that turned Arbroath into an insignificant
piece of paper. It is now fully protected by the
British Sovereign's Declaration.’

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After our good dinner, we moved back to my

study, and decided to discuss life under limited
government, as well as what it was like living
under elected dictatorships.
‘Unlimited government was inviting
tyranny,’ I claimed. ‘Why Martin, why?’
‘I think it started with a vengeance under
the last Liberal government, at the beginning of
the last century. Prime Minister David Lloyd
George was the main agent of change for these
people in this country.’
‘I agree to that,’ I agreed. ‘Some people
have said that Lloyd George was a German agent,
although he was probably working for the unholy
trinity, and was an easy person to compromise,
with his amoral lechery, having the hallmarks of a
useful idiot: High intelligence plus low morals,
with the ability to bait people with a seductive
Welsh voice. The term Welsh Wizard might also
suggests occult aspects. His friend Churchill was
into all kinds of weird aspects of Freemasonry,
during this early period.’
‘It was a time when the Court was all
Francophile. It is not all that difficult working out
how the Sabbs insinuated themselves into the
British Establishment.’
‘Yes, in the Twenties, we had a carefully
worded warning, in The New Despotism, by Lord
Chief Justice Hewart, explaining how tyranny was
being introduced in a coup d'etat by instalments.'
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‘Yes! Fabian Revolutions are likened to

boiling a live frog, which has to be put into a pot,
whilst increasing the temperature until boiled. The
frog does not notice it is being boiled alive. The
French would have discovered that kind of thing
centuries ago. This coup d’etat by instalments
idea, probably came from Sabb elements within
Grand Orient Freemasonry.’
‘They found out how to illuminate British
Freemasonry,’ I replied. ‘All they needed was
financial resources to make it happen, which they
received from the unholy trinity, which might
explain the timing of Fabianism.’
‘We Brits have always tended to have good
common sense on our side, whilst the French
have always tended to side with tyranny. When
Continentals sent over tyrants, we domesticated
them quickly. Boiling us alive slowly, would be
their only way.’
‘Is our good sense in our soil, or in the air?
Where did it come from?’ I asked.
‘I think it is because of a native British, or
Celtic element in our population, providing a
restraining influence upon Continental tyrants,
including the English. Our knowledge of British
prehistory is now so well advanced, we know our
common or natural law notions were advanced
thousands of years before the Romans.’
‘That raises the question,’ I replied, ‘why
the same Celtic population on the Continent did
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‘They did, if you study European history

carefully. Take Bohemia! They had the same free
tendencies as ourselves. There have always been
Celtic pockets of resistance to German tyrants.’
‘The German nation have been accused of
being responsible for the prevalence of tyranny,
by a number of academics,' I replied. One was,
Prof Edmund Vermeil, who studied this subject
over fifty years, publishing his book in the thirties
and forties, called Germany's Three Reichs. Also
Dr. Harry Beckhough has made out the same case
more recently in Germany’s Four Reichs.’
‘As we told you earlier, Francis, we fell
under the barbarian influence of the Third Reich,
because the War ended sooner than we expected.
We fell for it, because peace was the bait. The
hook was German Nazi influence upon our cultural
and political life for a time. Fortunately, German
people abandoned Fascism, under the influence of
the religious Monarchists. Then we had a reactive
religious revival.’
‘We were hooked over a much longer time.
The bait was called the Common Market, and the
hook is now called the European Union, although
this is now switching into the United States of
Europe. There have been switches galore.’
‘That is history repeating itself; how the
second German Second Reich came about. First
establishing a common market, then introducing
Reich tyranny in small steps. The Third Reich was
a natural product. German Sabbs are not original.

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They know that if political progression is done in

an obvious way, few stand in their way.’
‘Like Hitler telling everybody what he was
going to do, everybody then letting him do it.’
‘Quite! That is certainly like the serpent and
its prey, as Dick Price often expresses it.’
‘The serpent in the Garden of Eden is a good
analogy or metaphor.’
‘What are your British people doing about
this European Union?’ Martin asked bluntly.
‘Very little!’
‘Surely our British history is replete with
counter proposals? Surely, people are awake to
the danger?’
‘As I told you, English education has been
under attack since the War, and permeated with
surreptitious Fabianism. People are not properly
educated in the sense you know. Many people
who are awake, think of waiting for some great
leader to turn up again, and rescue them, like
Churchill. It was he who started the European
Movement for a United States of Europe. The
great mass of the people do not even know that.
They are so badly educated.’
‘You mentioned earlier, Comprehensive
education and the demise of Grammar Schools.’
‘Higher education is now largely Mickey
Mouse, and more concerned with getting pieces of
paper. It is not producing independently minded
thinking people.’

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‘Yes! We had this tendency during our Tory

Socialist period. I still meet people who are quite
hopeless cases, only qualified on paper.’
‘Our higher education degradation, has been
called The Rise of the Meritocracy, by the paper
chasers. Education is now geared to what should
be called presumptive merit.’
‘It is the worship of form, not substance,
experience or intelligence?’ Martin suggested.
‘Yes! Take law! You are obviously familiar
with John Austin's notions of Legal Positivism,
legal ideas that have been around since the days
of Jeremy Bentham, and the English Jacobins.
Legal Positivism is not a legal doctrine, openly
professed by our legal profession. Positivism is
much more subtle than that: It is the hidden
presupposition, which most lawyers tend to
follow, and deny when questioned openly.’
‘This does not surprise me. You mean it is
insinuated that law has no moral content, denying
that values provide law with legitimacy.’
‘Yes!’ I replied. ‘The notion that law has
moral content, or must conform to some higher
law, is becoming foreign to lawyers, legislators,
and what is worse, to police officers. It would
appear that Prof Albert Dicey was behind these
now Fabianised presuppositions.’
‘You are correct Francis. That is why we
closed down many Fabianised institutions inspired
by the Jacobins, which were quite surreptitiously
presupposing that Parliament was above the law.
There is none worse than legislators and police
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officers treating law as Holy Writ, rather than the

rule of law. So you are now experiencing a police
state? We saw only the beginning of it after the
War, during the Regency.’
‘Yes! Police officers are now armed.’
This shook Martin. This was unthinkable in
his world. He visibly whitened. I went on,
‘Our different constabularies, that were once
the guarantors of our liberties, are amalgamated
into larger less efficient forces.’
‘Under the worship of debt money, such
shallow arguments would make financial sense,’
Martin quickly reminded me.
‘The police, in keeping the peace, are now
inefficient, totally out of touch with the population
they serve. Many police officers now look upon
themselves as authority, called The Force, rather
than as civil peace officers. Watch Committees
went out years ago.’
‘What chance has your ordinary bobby
knowing his true role, when he is working in such
a way, that is opposed to the civilising intentions
of Sir Robert Peel?’
‘The same with local government. The clerks
in our local government offices are now taking
wings, and lording over us. They have their trade
unions pushing them, of course. If they go down
the same road as the police, we shall soon have
the same sort of bureaucratic state, they have on
the Continent.’
‘Francis, what is driving all this?’

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‘It is deliberate,’ I replied. ‘Somebody is

making these dreadful things happen. Take the
police: We know it is where Freemasonry is very
strong, and need look no further, when looking for
high ranking Fascist influences from Continental
Illuminated Freemasonry. These high ranking
police officers could be members of what my
nephew calls the Black Illuminati.’
‘What of your new unhappy lords? It has
always been true to say that local government
machines are run by machine men.’
‘And they think only in those terms, Martin.
We are no longer The People, masters in our own
democratic house, but merely epiphenomenon, to
categorise, organise, threaten, and tax.’
‘There is a law that says all organisations
tend to seek their own territorial interests, which
is to increase power at every opportunity, not the
interests such bodies are supposed to serve.’
‘That law is usually accidental,’ I replied.
‘What we have is conscious and deliberate. Prof
Christopher Lasch ended his career writing about
the Revolt of the Elites. He began his career
studying the rise of these radical elites, of the
nineteenth century, and ended his career studying
how they were behind this revolt in the next.’
‘Yes, I follow you,’ Martin replied. ‘We saw
the beginning of this, in between the wars. This
movement began with people in the foundations,
funding people for the universities.’
‘It is these people who have become our
new managers, and created new bureaucracies,
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taking over more territory, which were once the

domain of free civil societies.’
‘So the point of educating these folk has
been in employing them in what you what have
been calling Common Purpose.’
‘Yes!’ I replied. ‘It also is true to say that
the corporatist elements in the foundations knew
that higher education tends to leave alienation in
its wake, where such graduates tend to acquire
conceits, becoming useful idiots of an alienated
common purpose. It is an apt term.’
‘It is sad that once young people have a
degree of any kind, few will then turn their hands
to doing anything useful in the service of a free
civil society. Civil societies are built upon trade
between people, not bureaucratic relationships.’
‘What we have is qualified incompetence in
every aspect of our private and public life.’
‘We had all these problems, Francis, until
we rid ourselves of the institutions of our Regency
period. It was pain that drove us to change our
ways. Our education today is free by coupon, but
for personal character development. Every kind of
experience qualifies us for a job. True education is
character development, supporting civilisation.’
‘I agree Martin. This crazy idea that pieces
of paper automatically qualifies somebody for a
job, is creating problems. Nobody is secure under
such a system.’
‘Frank called this racket Bureaucratism,
which runs on the bait of learned ignorance. The
hook leads to Schlemieling; making a mess of
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things, in nasty switches, cross-ups, and fruitless

pay offs. Such rackets often disqualifies somebody
who might be much better qualified to do some
competent piece of work, and so turned down,
because of the lack of paper. How stupid?’
‘No piece of paper qualifies somebody for
leadership, Martin. What of Churchill? He was not
at all qualified, but became war leader.’
‘We had better not go down that road,
because he might prove the point, but Winston is
not always accepted as a good example. He was
certainly instrumental in pushing wrong aims.’
‘Because Sabbs were crawling all over him.
Roosevelt was no better. It has became obvious
that both were expected to deliver up the British
Empire to the corporatists, while W.S. Churchill
pretended to do the opposite. Both were expected
to deliver up the Middle East to them, whilst
pretending they were finding a home for the Jews.
What was worse, they delivered up the whole of
Eastern Europe to the Soviets. No man in history
has been a better example of doing something so
totally opposite to what he claimed he was doing.’
‘Those things did not happen in our world
Francis, and few people would say Churchill was
behind all you say. He was merely instrumental.
He was their useful idiot. They used him. That is
all. In our world he did good. His Chartwell plan
for India was very successful.’
‘Not so in my world, Martin. The War that
Churchill welcomed, was a great disaster for most
people of Europe.’
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‘Because we managed to get Rudolf Hess

away from those surrounding Churchill, we were
able to confirm everything we feared. Fortunately,
we had enough Nazi sympathizers working for us
to end the War. They opened up more knowledge
of the Frankfurt conspiracy. The rest is history.
You see the product around you.’
‘Although Churchill is our war hero, he is a
failure in other respects, because he left the world
is a far worse mess than he found it.’
‘As you said, the winners write the history
books, Francis. Losers are always painted black. It
takes centuries for scholarship to catch up.’
Having wandered off point, we continued
our talk like this until the late hours, and at the
end of it, I felt more a stranger to the world I had
known. On the other hand, Martin was more than
puzzled how people could take for granted much
of what I had described. He took his own world for
granted. I was beginning to do so as well. Mine
appeared so false, so unreal, a foolish past.

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 Empathy

Despite all our talk, comparisons, and late hours,

I slept soundly again. All the talks were having a
very healthy effect upon my system. So when I
woke on Thursday morning, I was instantly ready
to take stock and start the day. It was another
delightful August day. Colin had put Martin in a
bedroom quite near my own, and told me how he
was already up and about, by the time he brought
my breakfast. I barely glanced at The Times. Colin
instantly fell in with my new pace, and soon had
me ready for the day.There were only a few
matters to attend to in my study, and I could
leave those for Jill, who would come in just before
we were setting out for Pongbridge. So I decided
to get out and about myself. It was time I had a
good look at the farm, because so much had
happened since I arrived.
As a family business, we had done well with
staff. My mother told me how we had always kept
staff employed well into old age, leaving them to
retire only when they requested to do so. It was
not a style of management suitable for the world
my mother had to deal with, but was the one I
now saw before me, and remembered how she
had been visibly distressed, dismissing staff, when
we had to sell up. Now I saw all our staff gainfully
employed, without anybody having to tell them
what to do, with Dawes making adjustments only
where needed.
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When I arrived, Dawes was talking to

Martin, who had been for a good walk, judging by
his colour, and decided to leave them alone. I felt
very much a fraud, despite the clothes Colin had
pressed upon me, which were certainly suitable
for walking round a messy farm, but doubted I
had any right to wear them.
So I walked off on my own to get used to
my novel appearance. I was not alone for very
long, when Martin called out,
‘So you are up Francis. Your man told me
you are a ten o'clock man, and I have been up
since light.’
I looked round, and saw Martin, with Dawes
smiling behind him. It was apparent that they had
an interesting talk.
‘I am out and about earlier than usual
Martin,’ I replied. Dawes saluted me in his usual
polite way, pushing his cap back a bit, I returning
the courtesy, and I asked,
‘What have you found out Martin?’
‘That your Jack should be back tomorrow,
and is bringing his new lass to Pongbourne.’
‘I was told, but had forgotten, with all our
talk yesterday,’ I replied, wondering what to add.
‘Master Jack phoned my wife yesterday, Sir,
and sounded much happier than when he left. He
was all farm talk on how to train horses the kind
way,’ questioning with his eyes, whether to talk
business, or to make our guest feel welcome.
‘I am sure our guest would like to know
more about that Dawes,’ I replied.
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‘Indeed Francis, I had a good look at all

your horses, and Dawes told me that they will all
be trained the kind way, when Jack gets back. Will
you hand over to Jack?’
‘I shall have to talk that over with Dawes,’ I
said, eyeing Dawes, who signaled his need to get
away, and so I made a slight gesture of relieving
him, and he was gone.
‘What did you find out Martin?’
‘Only, that it is a well run farm, and you are
considered a good employer.’
‘Without going too deeply into what we were
discussing yesterday, I do agree, it is a well run
shop. Let us be clear: It is well run only because it
is in a well run country.’ Martin looked pleased to
hear this, ‘I was remembering my mother having
to dismiss fine people like Dawes fifty years ago,
because of money problems.’
‘What a dreadful waste. He has the wisdom
of generations. It is difficult imagining anybody
replacing him.’
‘It is not only that, Martin. Over there,
where you see those horses running about, there
was a ghastly cluster of nasty little houses, like
boxes, all built to the same plan, and all housing
people completely out of place. If you look behind
those horses, you would see a ghastly motorway,
with many vehicles, all rushing by, spewing out
vehicle smut, that stinks like hell, blocking up
noses, and causing a nasty black powder to float
in the air, into every open window.’

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‘Enough of Hell, Francis.’ He had enjoyed his

delightful early morning walk in real country, and
was not going to let me spoil his enjoyment. ‘Here
everybody serves, and that includes Lady Lucre,
along with the rest of us. What you describe is a
form of slavery of the worst kind.’
I had to make some gesture of apology, and
may now admit that reminding Martin what sort of
world I had come from, was in very bad taste. It
was also my last.
He quickly reminded me,
‘It was time you started enjoying this life,
and forgot the past Francis.’
We then looked in the direction of Jinx,
moving our carriage out of its bay. His horses
were nearby, waiting for him, watching him very
closely, shadowing his every move. I could then
understand why he was called Jinx. The horses
sensed he was their sort. Somebody seeking to
ride a horse when Jinx was around, would soon
find their horse following what Jinx was doing, not
what the rider wanted to do. He looked over at
us, made a brief gesture, and continued with his
work. The horses made the same gesture, and we
found this animal empathy uncanny, this natural
rhythm. Because Martin so enjoyed observing this
scene, I quickly suggested he wait for Jinx, and
come over in the carriage, while I popped back to
see Jill. I wanted to make sure Jill knew where I
would be this morning, and made my way back to
the house.

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Jill was on the point of arriving, when I

stepped into my study, and immediately made
exclamations of pleasure, looking at the Rose Box,
‘It is back! It is back!’ is all she could say.
‘Do you know where the key is, Jill?’
‘Yes! I have the key to the key. Mummy
kept it, because you were always losing it, and I
always knew where she kept things.’ She reached
into her bag, and gave me a key. ‘This is the key
to your cabinet in your bedroom. The key to the
Rose Box is in there somewhere.’
I took the key from her, eyed her a thank
you silently, and put it in my pocket. I did not
have time to go back upstairs, and find the other
key, so I made my way to the door, when Jill said,
‘I hope you do not lose that key, Daddy.’
I made gestures of a person who never does
such things, and quickly went through the door,
while Jill returned to the Rose Box, fascinated with
the skill of the workmanship of the Rose Box.

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 William Lincoln MP

Our drive into Pongbridge was a most delightful

experience, and many people waved at us as we
drove by. News of my recovery had been spread
abroad, and was obviously a great comfort to the
local community. By now, I was beginning to be
more inclined to acknowledge my social position,
and did not feel quite the fraud. No doubt there
was an element of vanity in my position. Martin
smiled at my mixed feelings, and we hardly
exchanged a word. He obviously enjoyed the ride
as much as I did.
Jinx dropped us at the offices of Phibbs,
Phibbs, and Phibbs, and told us where he would
be. We went in, and were immediately taken to
the office of the younger Mr. Phibbs, where I was
surprised to find that both the middle and the
younger Mr Phibbs were present. The middle Mr
Phibbs then introduced us to his son, then left us
to discuss business.
Our introductions had taken barely a few
seconds, and I decided to keep up the same pace
during our interview, and opened by asking,
‘Well Mr Lincoln. What have you to tell us?’
and eyed him keenly, but with a friendly look. He
looked back at us both, not sure where to start.
‘The last time we met, Sir Francis,’ eyeing
me, with a measured look, ‘you were not exactly
very friendly to what I had to say.’
I had to think very quickly on this one, and
replied,
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‘As you may have been told, my accident

has left me with a very poor memory of such
things. You have before you a virtually new man.
Feel free to start again. Let us find some better
understanding this time.’
He sat back in his chair, first thinking very
deeply, then spoke in measured words,
‘I was approached by a certain person, who
told me you were being misled, when you were
asked to begin researching into these murders.’
‘May we know who that certain person was,
Mr Lincoln?’
‘Not at this point Sir Francis, but this person
is willing to meet you.’
‘Fine! Fine!’ I replied. ‘Please go on!’
‘He told me that he had every good reason
to believe that this research business was more
about putting certain people into the House of
Lords, than in seeking out who committed these
murders. He suggested that these murders were a
bait, and the hook was what we did in Parliament
to deal with it. This is very much what you say in
your book on Schlemieling rackets. You write that
baits and hooks have many uses. In this case, the
bait is deliberately creating a murder problem, so
to hook placing key men in positions of power.’
I had to sit back to think carefully on this. I
had been through Frank’s book, and remembered
this Schlemieling racket. Eric Berne had covered
the game of Schlemiel, and Frank took this further
in Rackets, describing how political racketeering
could be structured around Schlemieling. Fabian
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inspired governments were adept at baiting the

innocent population with inept legislation, creating
problems that led to passing draconian laws, in a
coup de e'tat by instalments, each Act forming a
new ratchet, leading to the next.
My silence made Lincoln quite nervous, and
so he added,
‘Another example you give is of passing
emergency legislation to deal with deliberately
created problems. This is what my colleague was
suggesting, concerning your research group into
these murders.’
‘It is an interesting theory, although you
must have more than theory, to have me look
into this matter.’
‘He told me that the House of Lords Select
Committee on Assassinations had formed a secret
study group, called the Frankist Study Group, and
that Lord Bekov was appointed a member of this
Group. He said you were only nominally in charge,
and was called Frankist as a pun on your name,
although you were really researching Frankist
influence, still prevalent amongst the Socialists.
However, the whole idea of forming the Group
was to steer the Select Committee up blind allies,
so that they did not lead anywhere.’
So your friend is suggesting to you that our
Research Group was set up as a Schlemieling bait
and hook process?’ I asked.
‘Yes! That you had been placed as a patsy
chair, but really Bekov would be running it.’

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I could see instantly why Frank reacted the

way he had. However, I was not going to be so
hasty. This weak plot had possibilities for further
discovery. They were giving themselves away.
Why did they work with such a weak plot? The
plot was transparent to me. Why not them?
‘Thank you Mr Lincoln. I would like to meet
your man. Why do you trust this man?’
‘Because he is held in very high regard by
our church circles, and is an Evangelical minister,
who spends most of his time bringing people to
Christ. He is not likely to lie, is he?’ Lincoln eyed
me for a response. I gestured with both hands
that I could agree with him. ‘He is also a very well
read person, knowing vastly more than I know, of
plots against Church and Christian civilisation.’
I found this latest piece of information very
interesting. His man was a Biblical or Evangelical
Christian, who was well read outside of Biblical
studies. I decided to make a guess what sort of
man he was,
‘Would your man be prepared to come down
and meet me?’ I asked directly.
Lincoln thought deeply for a time, possibly
surprised at the speed of our progress, and so I
decided to push Lincoln further, suggesting,
‘We could meet in the open air, somewhere
like the old Abbey at Pongbourne. I know many
places up there that could be completely private.
It would not be seen as very odd that a religious
gentleman was visiting historical sites of religious
interest. Many clerics visit the Abbey.’
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Lincoln thought for a minute. He had not

expected the meeting to move so fast, and was
now stuck for a reply.
‘When could he come down Mr Lincoln?’ I
added, after giving him further time to think.
‘I could bring him down, within a day or so,
although he was somewhat wary of meeting you
in public places.’
This was interesting too, and was a clue of
sorts. Why would a Christian gentleman be the
slightest bit wary of meeting another Christian
gentleman in a public place? This business had
too much fuss plot to it. I saw no substance.
I nodded to the younger Mr Phibbs that the
business side of our meeting was over, and then
started making small talk on a number of trivial
issues, bringing Martin into our conversation. Mr
Lincoln was visibly put out by this, and not really
in touch with what was going on. Martin and
Phibbs took their cues from me, and knew I had
made a decision, but were not sure what it was.
After giving a small amount of time to this friendly
manner of discourse, I rose to end the meeting,
and shook Lincoln's hand warmly, thanking him
for coming down to see me, leaving arrangements
with Mr Phibbs to fix the date of our meeting. I
could see that Lincoln was still puzzled.
It was only when we were in the street,
when we talked our way to the railway station,
that I could explain to Martin that this whole
business had too much fuss plot about it. It was
not carried out deceptively or very quietly. Art is
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the ability to conceal art. Genius is the ability to

conceal genius. Good craft conceals craft. Any
good plot is the ability to conceal plot. This plot
did not conceal, but was too transparent. It was
either the work of an amateur, or somebody who
was already on our side, pretending to work for
the other side. My conclusion was that somebody
on the other side wanted to give himself away, or
could not intrigue without giving himself away.
I left Martin at the railway station, after
giving him my opinion of Lincoln's character, then
walked to The Bear, where Jinx said he would
be. By this time I was longing to find out what
was inside the Rose Box, and became completely
lost in thought most of the drive back.

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 Aporetic?

When I arrived back, I went directly to my rooms,

opened up the cabinet with the key, and found it
was mostly full of old papers, much of it belonging
to Jane. However, it did not take long finding the
silver key, with a rose pattern on the handle. I
immediately took it downstairs to my study, tried
the key in the lock of the Rose Box, and it opened
without any difficulty, and what was inside did not
surprise me at all: It contained the papers that
Frank was working on. I took these papers over to
my desk, and then spent the rest of the day going
through them, one by one.
The top paper was the most recent, and
dealt with the meeting Frank had with William
Lincoln. It was a full summary of the meeting, and
it was quite clear that Jane had typed this out for
Frank. His conclusion was that the Study Group
was getting close to finding out who was behind
the murders, and that somebody was now trying
to distract attention. What appeared to anger
Frank, was the obvious transparency of the
accusation against Sol, not the accusation itself.
This struck Frank as being unprofessional, and I
thought that this was unwise on Frank's part,
considering that he lost his wife, and nearly his
own life shortly after. Frank was also concerned
how Lincoln had involved his son Jack in this
business, and how Jack was of a different opinion,
drawing the not so obvious conclusion that Frank
was being used. I recalled that Lincoln had used
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the term patsy to describe Frank's role on the

Study Group. My questions were really addressing
the issue whether Sol was using the Study Group
for covert purposes. I memorised this material,
before moving on.
The rest of his papers were mostly dealing
with his various projects. It would appear that
Frank jotted down the fullest clarification of his
ideas, then put them away to ferment in the Rose
Box, not unlike how musicians work on pieces of
music. It should be quite possible to obtain a good
picture of what he was thinking and working on,
just before his accident, providing me with the
much needed insight into his mind.
Much of this was fascinating reading at the
time. It still is. What surprised me most, when I
thought about it later, was how much I was able
to understand what he was doing. We had an
affinity of mind, that enabled me to grasp what he
was doing. I decided to spend the rest of the day
reading this material, until I had some idea of the
drift of his creative mind.
Just before the lunch break, a call came
through from Phibbs: Could I agree to a meeting
at 2 p.m. tomorrow, Friday 31 August? That was
quick, I thought, and agreed to this instantly. Jack
would be with us later today, and I would be able
to question him about this, before my meeting. I
wondered whether I should notify Prasad. I did
not want to scare off my visitor, by having English
bobbies behind every bush, so I decided to inform

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Colin, and leave him to make the arrangements,

hoping that they would be discreet.
After lunch, I returned to my study to read
more of Frank's papers. Frank was so clear in
what he was doing, even when he was unclear,
stating so, working from there, clarifying his own
fog as he went. He took his work seriously, and
what became obvious was how Jane shared his
concerns. Her neat little notes were all over every
document. I worked back in the reverse order
they were in the Rose Box first, and could read
them again in the correct time order. I had to
read many of these papers a number of times,
because they had to be mastered as a whole.
By dinner time, I had mastered most of
what Frank was doing, I decided to add my own
comments to the Rose Box after dinner. The
question was how? My own dyslexic scrawl would
be as good as useless. I could not ask Jill to do
this work for me, and had no computer or even a
typewriter, which were my usual means of taking
notes. I would have to make flow-charts of my
summaries, then group them into one main one.
Once I had decided on this plan, most of Frank's
ideas immediately grouped themselves in my
mind. This would take up most of the evening,
possibly longer. I told Colin that I was not to be
disturbed, until Jack arrived this evening.
I went through all the documents one by
one, noting all topics to be included in my main
summary. This would give some idea of the scope
of his whole enterprise. It might also give some
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idea what the central theme was that motivated

him. Finding a word to define this was difficult,
and I put an 'x' at the hub of my main flow chart.
It became obvious to me that language was
one of Frank’s main fascinations. He approached
language from a number of interesting angles,
and one was looking at it from a lexical angle,
what he called Lexical Analysis, which looked at
language from angle of social anthropology, or the
speech acts of what he called Language Clubs.
People told us where they came from by the way
they used words, and the words they used. He
was finding Lexical Analysis very useful in the
work he was doing for the Study Group, because
with Lexical Analysis it was possible to read what
people said by discovering the code beneath their
main text: That code often revealed more about
them, than they even knew about themselves.
People told us what was behind what they said, by
revealing what they were thinking, framed within
their own particular language club lexicon.
Another lexical aspect he was analyzing,
was how he saw language as a stumbling block;
namely, how lexicons prevented people from
thinking straight, claiming that language tended
to provide answers to problems, often blocking off
the truth. Doubt was not a problem in his terms,
but merely a question disguised as a negative
impulse. It was language that often caused the
negative impulses. Frank was recently inventing
Aporetics, or the art or science of questioning,
which was a matter of asking the right questions.
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“Questions attermine solutions” was one phrase

that kept cropping up in his notes. Questions do
not determine answers, like language, but truths
were attermined or arrived at, not derived, by a
non derivative process called Aporetical Analysis.
When analysis was by derivation, or by
deriving entities, he called Derivativism, or false
empiricism. Answers have a life of their own, and
are not determined by anything. Truth is what is,
and is independent of what we say it is. The art or
science of questioning was to ask right questions,
that led to right solutions. Language, being a
medium, tended to block off paths to answers.
On the other hand, questions were the
means of attermining solutions, and what we have
to accept. He paraphrased Charles Darwin, that
observation is always from some aporetical point
of view, which was also defined by the frame of
reference by which we arrived at truth (Einstein).
This led to him to define Aporetics more
fully, expanding upon the anthropological aspects
of his work. Frank had already published papers
introducing the Logic of Aporetics, inventing an
Aporetical Calculus, or what he called the logic of
questioning. I was to find out from Sol that the
product of all this work on language, resulted in
Frank working on a reply to Kant.
Although Rackets People Run was intended
as a reply to Eric Berne, it was also a reply to
Kant, on another level. Frank explained that Kant
was game calling in Berne’s terms, by confronting
the gaming (insinuation) of the metaphysicians.
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This insight was Frank’s key to understanding

Kant's Critique of Pure Reason. Kant was racket
calling in Frank's terms, and why Frank was now
writing An Aporetic of Necessary Reason.
Working through these papers took hours,
and I found much of his thinking highly original.
One particular aspect of his approach I found
even more fascinating: Frank contrasted Physic
(Medicine) with Metaphysic (Religion), as polar
relationships, and then contrasted Necessary
Reason (Art or Science) with Sufficient Reason
(Law). Frank postulated that Science asserted as
Law is wrong. True Science is conjecture, not
answers, and should be a tool for asking the right
questions. Science as Law, Frank called Scientism
(scientific fundamentalism), and was an academic
or intellectual racket; postulating a false point of
view, was lexically manipulative, illogically unfair
in attermining a true state of affairs.
At this stage of my first read of Frank’s
papers, Colin apologised for disturbing me, and
told me that Jack had arrived. He had shown him
to his rooms, and was now preparing a meal. I
immediately tidied up my papers, and put them
away neatly in the Rose Box. I had seen more
than enough to be getting on with, and could
easily finish what I was doing another time.

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 Jack

Jack was waiting for me, when I arrived in the

dining room, and I did my best to greet him
warmly, by giving him a brief firm touch on one
arm, as well as shaking hands formally with the
other. There was some ice to break, and I wanted
to signal this straight away. He told me that he
had heard from the younger Mr Phibbs, that my
meeting had been arranged with somebody he
knew, called Lyndon Riley. This concerned him
deeply, and it became obvious to me that Jack
still felt guilty over Frank's accident. It became
clear that my features were different from what
he expected, and he took some time getting used
to me. I decided that I had best find out about
this person he called Lyndon Riley, and asked,
‘Who is Lyndon Riley, Jack?’
‘He is either Australian or South African, and
has been in America. Lyndon Riley approached Bill
Lincoln, to contact me through a chap I knew at
Oxford, who was involved with the Evangelicals.’
‘That was a round about way of contacting
you, Jack. Why did not they contact you in a more
direct fashion?’
‘We have already had this out, Dad. It was a
very delicate business, and they did not know how
to contact you discreetly.’
‘You must forgive me Jack, but I am a new
man. My memory is fine as far the family history
is concerned, but I am completely blank as far as
my own recent life is concerned.’ Jack looked
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away, obviously feeling guilty at the mention of

my loss of memory. ‘We had best to start afresh,
and work from there. I would like to know: What
is he, this Lyndon Riley?’
‘He is the Rev Lyndon Riley, an ordained
minister of one of the American churches, and is
very well informed on the Sabbateans, Frankists,
Illuminists, and all the other anti Christian forces.’
‘Do you know what Church that is, Jack?’
‘No! He is what we call Biblical Christian,
and it is very confusing, when they move freely
between churches.’
I thought on that, and asked more bluntly,
‘What is the connection between Bill Lincoln
and Lyndon Riley?’
‘Bill Lincoln attends the church that has
occasional visiting preachers, and Lyndon Riley
preaches there frequently. They meet afterwards,
and talk about what is going on. They usually
have a meal together.’
‘Any idea which one of them raised the
question of Frankist plots?’
‘Lyndon use to bring that sort of thing into
his sermons, and does not hide the fact he is well
informed. Bill Lincoln is also well informed, and
visited Oxford frequently. We use to talk about
this quite a lot in those days, where your interest
in secret society history was no great secret. My
friends had the impression we talked about your
work at home, and so they thought I knew more.’

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Obviously Frank has been protective here,

and had not shared much with Jack. Possibly, I
should start amending that mistake straight away.
‘I suppose you were not in a hurry to dispel
that notion. In that way you would be able to pick
up what you did not know, without letting on?’ I
asked smiling.
‘It was something like that Dad. Mind you, I
have read an awful lot of your books at Pongo.’
‘Anyway, Jack, they thought the best way of
getting at me, was through you?’
‘They were very shocked when you turned
them down flat.’
‘They are probably just as shocked that I
am now willing to see them. Have you any idea
what they want to tell me?’
‘They told me that they knew that your
friend Lord Bekov was a Frankist, and that he is
using you.’
‘What evidence do you think they might
produce to convince me?’
‘They would not tell me, and said they
would speak only to you.’
I was thinking over the reasons why Jack
would listen to them, when he suggested,
‘I think I should come along tomorrow.’
‘No! No! That is not a good idea. You should
remain here. It would not be a good idea to risk
two generations in this sort of adventure. After
all, you now have a future wife to consider.’
Jack responded to this positively, because it
became clear to him that I was asking him to join
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me in the conspiracy of finding out about these

people. This was the beginning of bringing us
together. I was making it clear to him that I was
not prepared to risk his life.
After clearing these matters, we discussed
business for the rest of our talk, and hardly talked
about his marriage plans, much to our disgrace,
some would say. Our conversation was all about
horses and the estate. This was where Jack was
most keen to tell me everything he knew, and he
held nothing back. All secrets were revealed to
me. I learnt all that anybody could learn from
such a good teacher as Jack. My memory was
filling up with everything I should know about my
life, and Jack was very keen to fill those gaps.
There were a few moments when I felt guilty, and
should tell Jack everything about myself, because
he was being so totally honest with me.
Since then I have often wondered whether
all racketeers feel twangs of bad conscience, or
whether they also acquired special immunity, and
knack of coming to terms with bad consciences. I
certainly took my position in life for granted after
meeting Jack, and have felt very much the family
man ever since. There is clearly an element of
deception in life, we all have to take for granted,
and I probably moved spiritually into that world
during my first talk with Jack.

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 Delphine

I slept soundly again, despite my work on the

Rose Box, another late night, and the excitement
of the previous day. I thought that in time I might
take sound sleep for granted. My breakfast tasted
really delicious, and nothing in The Times could
possibly disturb my peace of mind that Friday
morning. The Tory government was now running
out of support. The Whigs of The Times rejoiced
at their misfortune, calling them Tory Socialists at
every opportunity. I gathered this was a dirty
word, equating them with National Socialism, and
a term that implied everything that was wrong
about the bad statist period of British political
history. From The Times article, I now understand
this to mean the period that began shortly after
Disraeli and Gladstone, which was considered one
long series of ghastly disasters, until the end of
the Second World War. This was a view that I was
beginning to share myself, viewing the world from
my dressing room window, while eating a well
cooked breakfast, and was beginning to take The
Times world view for granted. It was expressing
my views far too adequately to disturb me very
seriously, even when it reported bad news. Bad
news was always what happened to other people,
usually Tories.
I dressed in a less hurried manner, and felt
my responsibilities must have something to do
that. I had two children to consider, and should
act the part. It was all a matter of being who you
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are. My memories might be different, but my new

being was grounded in here and now. Family and
friends expected me to be what I appeared to be,
although I still had some doubts who I was, which
translated into what Frank called aporetic: Was I
buying into my own fraud? What choice had I in
the matter? Was I now being manipulative? What
choice had I? Was it legitimate to walk about as
somebody else? Was that fair on those I called my
children? My own aporetic of necessary reason
told me that I had no way back from this world,
which I now loved. The choice had been made for
me, because my fiction was not my own creation.
I met Delphine in this frame of mind, as I
came down the stairs into the hall. She instantly
gave me a warm American hug, and said in a
delightfully melodious colonial voice,
‘I suppose you are Pop,’ suggesting New
England. I was stuck for a reply. Fortunately Jack
came on the scene, and quickly said,
‘Oh! So you have met Delphine.’
‘You mean that Delphine has met me,’ I
quickly replied, which brought instant laughter
from both of them, and I gestured to move to the
drawing room, with the idea of getting a much
closer look at both of them.
They were an impressive pair. Although
Delphine was the younger, she was the more
mature, and certainly looked the stronger. Jack
was well tanned, strong and healthy looking, but
had a slightly youthful look about him. Frank had
obviously not given him his way in life, and had
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been over protective. That much I had found out

last night. I now found Delphine a self-composed
person, although not entirely in my company. She
had a tendency to blush: very rare with American
girls in my experience, and this compensated for
the self confident way she carried herself, which
expressed a view that New England is England,
only much more so.
We instantly struck up a conversation,
which was too quick to relate properly, because
they both anticipated what each other was about
to say. My own part was merely to steer them
along, letting them tell me what they were doing,
and what they planned for their future. What I
found out was that Delphine was a younger
daughter, and had two elder brothers. This
explained her confident manner with men, and
possibly her tendency to blush. Elder brothers
tended to tease kid sisters. She was now free to
marry an English gentleman, and loved the whole
idea of being with horses. They had met at a
training station, somewhere in America, and it
had been a love match from the start. Their love
of horses cemented a relationship that had been
established on sight.
I became aware they had made plans, and I
could be in their way, if I was not sensitive. So I
quietly brought into our first talk my own plans to
continue what I was doing, and how I must go on
chairing the Study Group. It was time for the next
generation to run the farm. Dawes was getting on
in years, and had need of support. They wanted
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to keep things as they were, and wished to keep

the family tradition of keeping staff on, until they
decided to retire. Delphine was wonderful here.
She had already met Jinx, who drove her from the
station, and had ridden beside him for a time. She
had also had a fine time talking with Mrs Walsh,
my housekeeper. Delphine even told me things I
could not possibly know about my own staff, such
as Mrs Welsh being related to the housekeeper at
Totteridge. It was a delight to see how Jack was
so proud of Delphine. He had recently lost his
mother, and Delphine was now filling a great gap,
meeting all his present needs, and probably his
life. I hoped so. Jack deserved to be happy.
After our long talk in the drawing room, we
had lunch, and I then prepared for my meeting
with Lyndon Ryley at the Abbey. Colin carefully
briefed me on security arrangements, which
would be very discreet. My behaviour was to be
natural and normal, and he would remain in the
carriage, with Jinx, telling me where I could walk
with my visitor. I was glad to find that these were
mostly where I would normally go. This was a side
of Colin that I had not seen before, and wondered
how my grandfather found him. Colin certainly
knew something about security.
As I made our way to our waiting carriage,
Jack and Delphine were looking on, talking to
Jinx. There was a certain degree of unease with
Jack. He looked more worried than he was willing
to show, and I instantly felt anxiety might do him
the world of good. This meeting was partly his
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responsibility, and I needed to go ahead alone,

letting him feel some of the burden, without there
being any risk to him personally. This might make
him more circumspect in future, when people
might try to approach me through him.
Without too much ceremony, we set off for
the Abbey. I was on the point of asking Colin how
he knew so much about security, when he opened
the subject himself.
‘This is a little bit like old times, Sir, with
me. I looked after an old general, before your
grandfather found me. I jumped at the chance of
serving you. This is keeping my hand in.’
I decided to leave it at that, and did not ask
him about his mysterious American general, who
needed top security, nodding, and said somewhat
frivolously,
‘Glad to have you along for the ride Colin!’
and instantly lapsed into silence, considering my
statement melodramatic. Colin laughed out loud,
taking my trifle as a joke, and making a typical
British understatement.
As we skirted the village of Pongbourne,
Chief Inspector Prasad appeared from behind one
of the bushes, and looked as if he was enjoying
the country air. He had a few brief words with
Colin, only nodding at me out of respect. I took
this to mean that he still did not really approve of
my wandering around like this. He would rather I
was under much tighter control. I was surprised
how much authority Colin was able to exert over
him, and we were soon on our way again.
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We arrived at the Abbey on time, and there

were very few people about. I was beginning to
wonder what bushes Prasad’s bobbies were hiding
behind, when a vehicle turned up, with Lincoln
driving. His passenger got out resolutely, then
instantly walked towards our carriage, and I was
able to get a very clear view of this gentleman's
athletic frame. He had the air of somebody who
could have held any number of tough occupations,
but it was very difficult imagining him wearing a
dog collar. Only at that moment did I understood
what all the fuss was about. He was a person who
should not be trifled with. Only a foolhardy person
would decide to hold lone meetings with him.

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 Lyndon Kelly

I stepped down from our carriage slowly and

surely, quite casually walking towards him, then
heard myself say, in a more relaxed voice than
my usual,
‘Lyndon Riley I presume!’
This remark did not bring much of a smile
upon his rough pocked marked face, and moving
his head in a half mock gesture of respect, said,
‘Sir Francis!’
I immediately gestured to take a walk away
from our vehicles. As I said, there were not many
people about that morning, and so I directed him
where I knew would probably have even fewer
people milling around. He took it all in his athletic
stride, and viewed the whole place, without giving
anything away. It was very difficult saying what
he thought, whether with disapproval, or disgust,
or whether he regarded the place as holy ground.
That had been my intention: If he was what I
thought he was, he would be extra careful to
conceal what he thought, which would create
some degree of tension within him. Also he was
not on his own ground, in the present tense, but
mine. This was his choice, and he may have made
a bad choice, if he wished to conceal. Silence was
my best tactic of creating tension within him, and
I could observe that my silence discomforted him.
He needed action, talk, distraction, and noise. His
athleticism told me everything I needed to know
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about him. I waited until we were at a certain

spot in the Abbey, and then asked,
‘You have something to tell me Mr Riley?’
He immediately tried to pace me, which told
me he had some idea what I was doing, waiting a
few seconds before replying,
‘Why now Sir Francis? Why did you turn me
down last time?’
‘Let that be water under the bridge Mr Riley.
A lot has happened since then. I would now like to
hear what you have to say. I am now a different
man, whose memory is a clean slate. You need
have no fear I shall reject what you say, because
I have no recollection of any past meetings.’
‘I heard,’ he replied, ‘I am sorry about your
wife,’ looking at where the Cross could have been,
then adding, ‘It was a sad business,’ as if he were
talking to some other person, rather than to me.
I walked a few yards from him, and sat
down on some masonry, looking at him directly
for a few seconds, before asking,
‘Well! What have you to tell me?’
‘Your son has surely told you?’
I gestured with my hands that I had heard it
all, but what of it? I sat looking at him directly. He
looked away, this time away from the Abbey, then
back at me,
‘You are being led up the garden path by
your Frankist friend Bekov.'
‘What evidence do you have?’
He again looked away, well away from the
Abbey. He could not move, because I was seated.
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He could only circle around me. He knew that if

he moved, some moves might give something
away. This increased tension within him. So I
remained seated, even making myself more
comfortable, which I thought might show some
disrespect to the place in his eyes, increasing
tension within him. I was about to ask again,
when he said,
‘It is not all that easy to produce evidence.
It is mostly confidential, secrets in some cases.’
‘We are alone Mr Riley. I am a Christian
gentleman. My word is my bond. What you say
may go no further. I shall certainly use what you
tell me, but what confidences are given under
promises will be kept.’ I decided to repeat that in
stronger terms, ‘I will not swear on this holy
place, but you know my word is my bond.’
There was a slight suggestion of mock
contempt around his lips, which gave something
away. This might have suggested he did not
entirely look upon a man of honour as reliable,
‘Your friend Sol Bekov is deeply involved in
all kinds of secret society organisations. I have
numerous contacts in that world, who tell me
things. He is not the noble lord, or the innocent
doctor of divinity he appears.’
I got up, and made my way in the direction
of another part of the Abbey, which would force
him to follow me, releasing some of the tension
within him. He then continued justifying,
‘He has always been a Freemason, and is
not ignorant of their secret activities.’
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‘You have evidence for all this?’

‘I have contacts. What sort of proof do you
want? It often is one's man word against another
in this secret society business, as you understand
yourself.’
I decided to quash that.
‘No Mr Riley, I do not understand. I have
never been involved, nor would ever consider
joining any society of people that did not tell me
what their aims or purposes were, or the names
of their top people.’
He was about to reply, but stopped himself.
I guessed he was about to justify the existence of
secret societies. At this point we could see the
way we had come, and I decided to walk in that
direction, to concentrate his mind. I had not said
that the meeting was at an end, but the direction
we were taking might suggest that.
‘I need more information Mr Riley. At the
moment, all you have told me is that Lord Bekov
is a Freemason, and you claim he is misleading
me. All this I may check out, by talking to him,
repeating to him what you have said, without
telling him my source.’
He instantly froze, and started to blurt out,
‘But that would be quite pointless. It is my
word against his, and he would deny anything I
might say.’
At was at that point it became clear to me
that he became aware, I was aware, that what he
was saying was not his argument, and I could see
he was speaking on behalf of others. He was not
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speaking for himself, and could see the weakness

of his own position. I stopped at that point, and
gestured in the direction leading towards the path
to the Pilgrims Way. There were a number of
people close by, and that would suit my purpose
for the next stage, and whispered quietly,
‘It is very clear to me, Father Riley, that you
are here on behalf of others.’
He did not react or freeze, but revealed he
was inwardly digesting what I said. At that point,
we were walking near people, and I was leading
him in a direction away from them. Only when we
were alone, did he decide to reply,
‘You see the weakness of my position, Sir
Francis!’ in a voice that was quite different from
the one he had used so far. It was a whisper, but
had authority.
I replied to him in matter of fact voice,
‘Let me show you the Pilgrims Way, and the
roses that bear the name of the Abbey.’
‘The roses symbolised the name, but do not
bear it,’ he corrected me instantly.
‘True! Very true! My family still bears the
motto: By Grace, Through the Life of the Spirit,’
turning to him as I spoke.
I detected a slight lessening of tension, and
this was probably because I was showing trust in
him: taking him away from people. This enabled
him to feel freer to talk. He could now tell me all
he needed to say in confidence. It was only when
we had reached the roses at the crossing of the

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Pilgrims Way, that I could see how he started to

relax properly.
Nobody was about, so I suggested we walk
to Roselings, the slight incline along the Pilgrims
Way, and he agreed. This was the first time that I
had asked him to do anything, and that seemed
to be the right thing to do. This gesture signalled
to him that he was now fully in charge of what he
needed to tell me.

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When I had called him Father Riley, he had

inwardly confessed straight away to himself. So
was able to admit as much to me, without much
inner resistance, and was now able to give voice
to what he needed to say. He told me frankly that
he was an unfrocked priest, for what he called
certain sexual indiscretions. I helpfully suggested
they were Capri type sins, of the kind that the
cardinals of Rome were entrapped. He did not
deny this, and told me that he had some basic
moral defect, which he had always found great
difficulty mastering.
The picture I was soon receiving, as he
painfully narrated his life, was that he had been
deliberately framed to do dirty work for what
Percival had called the Black Illuminati, and he
admitted to me that he was far too clever to have
remained in his calling, without being a problem
priest. Entrapment was a release in one sense.
His high intelligence rested on him uneasily. Once
he had been enrolled as a soldier, rather than as a
priest, he spent his psychic energies in building up
his athletic frame, although this had not satisfied
his intelligence at all, but had merely symbolised
energy that would have otherwise been spent in
sins that had originally entrapped him. He was
deeply relieved to be able to talk to somebody,
who was able to understand what he was telling
me. Lyndon Riley told me he was one of those
poor souls who had been working for evil people
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most of his life, but had always wanted to escape.

They had baited him, and he had been hooked,
but a better part of him wished to be free of the
whole nasty business. What I was now offering
him was a few precious minutes of freedom to
unburden himself.
We spent most of our time covering the
ground at our first meeting, and I filled in some
missing information on the Illuminati. The world
had certainly changed for the good since the War,
although these evil people had continued working.
Delinquency has always needed institutions in
which to perpetuate itself. People like Riley were
trawled in without much effort, and soon became
a part of the evil process. Over the years he had
served them well, with the great difference that
the good part of him wanted to be free of them. I
could not work out what it was that had given him
his motive for good, but became convinced of his
deep sincerity. I also became deeply concerned
for his safety, as we walked between Roselings
and the rose bushes, although few people walked
along the Pilgrims Way that day. So we decided to
cover ground, before holding further meetings. I
varied the level of my voice, to appear to engage
in what he was saying, but really moderating his
voice, and decided to raise the issue of meeting
and security, as we walked back to the roses, on
one occasion, saying,
‘How are we to meet in future, Father Riley?
This may not be an ideal place to meet, from your
own point of view.’
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‘Yes! Possibly true! It is also true to say that

the reason for our meeting is thin, as it stands, as
you were the first to point out. I have told them
many times that accusing Bekov was a weak case,
but they still insisted.’
He turned to me, and looked me straight in
the eye,
‘I must tell you I was not responsible for
any tampering with your vehicle.’
‘They know you are here with me?’ I replied
calmly, ignoring his need to make an apology.
‘They know I am seeing you somewhere,
but I did not tell them where. Only Bill knows
where I am.’
‘He is a sort of cutout for them, I suppose.’
He thought this over, and was not entirely
sure how to respond, and said quietly,
‘Bill does not know that, and only knows I
am an evangelical pastor, and discussing dangers
to Church and Christian civilisation. He is deeply
interested in my concerns with Frankist plots, and
with this Bekov business.’
‘They know of our meeting in Pongbridge
with him?’
‘Yes! They think he is merely a fool, and a
gullible fool at that.’
‘And you, Father Riley?’ I asked bluntly.
‘I cannot talk to him, like I may to you.
Biblical Christians provide cover, and easy cover
at that, and we are able to further our aims by
using their purely literal understanding of the

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Word. I am able to trust Bill only within his own

very literal frame of reference.’
‘It is the easiest pretence in the world to be
a Biblical Christian,’ I replied, in a matter of fact
kind of way. ‘However, it is not always easy to be
a true Christian?’
This implied question was probably taking
our established intimacy a little too far at that
moment, and I regretted saying it. He took his
time before replying,
‘For me, Yes!’ he replied quietly. ‘My moral
defect means that I do have to hide my face from
God. It matters little where I hide. All places are
the same. I am probably as easily at home with
the Fundamentalists, as I would be in any other
hiding place.’
I had opened this up, and now had to finish
it, and so asked,
‘Is there nothing in Scripture, or in the
traditions of the Church, that gives you hope that
you may not need to hide your face any more?’
We had reached the rose bushes, and the
path back to the Abbey,
‘I suppose I would not be talking to you like
this, if I had given up all hope of redemption.’
This time I had to consider the significance
of what he had replied. He was saying that he put
his trust in me, and that his own ability to seek
redemption and salvation was bound up with my
meeting him. I gestured to the path back to the
Abbey, and finally said,

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‘Fair enough,’ touching his arm, ‘then let us

discuss how we are going meet again.’
We decided possible meeting places on our
way back to the Abbey, after exploring a number
of places, which he rejected, I finally suggested
we could meet at the home of Dr. Price, at my
Congregational chapel in London, although we
would have to find good reasons for doing so. He
would probably have to give an impression that
he was convincing me that Sol was a traitor to our
cause, and was producing evidence. This might
provide more than enough scope to hear more of
what he had to tell, whilst helping him find his
own way back to God.
Before we made our way to our vehicles, I
gestured to the Abbey to him, and he thankfully
left me, to make a quiet prayer. On returning, he
asked me under his breath,
‘And you, Sir Francis?’
‘Ah! My life has been one long very difficult
wrestle with God. It is never ending.’
At that, he quickly turned, and made his
way to his vehicle, without further comment. They
drove away immediately.
When I arrived at our carriage, our horses
looked as if they were eager to go, so I got in the
carriage, when Colin immediately gave the word
to move off. We drove off without a word spoken.
Our drive back was mostly in silence, and I
had so much to think about. Only when we met
Prasad again, did we stop for a few seconds. Colin
quickly took charge, and we were soon on our
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way again. I was relieved that Prasad was only

interested in my security, and not what had taken
place. He looked like he had a delightful day out.
It was then that I decided it was time to
invite Sol down to Pongbourne. We had so much
to talk about.

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 Tiff with Mary

On arriving back at the Manor, Mary was waiting

for me, and first to greet me. I was on the point
of giving her a really good hug of relief, when she
made a number of acute comments on the total
foolishness of my meeting with Lyndon Riley. At
that, I quickly replied,
‘Come with me please!’ walking off, and she
immediately followed, when I was able to explain
I was working on Frank's papers, and that I would
spend most of next week working on them.
I asked her,
‘Could Sol come down to discuss this work
with me?’
Mary saw through my wish to avoid dealing
with my meeting with Riley, but discuss these
papers with her. She was not totally ignorant of
the confidential nature of what might have taken
place at the Abbey. It must have been clear to her
that I now needed to discuss many issues with
Sol, because he had been so close to what Frank
was doing. Only Sol could enlighten so much of
what I was now mastering.
Mary's quick response was to go over to my
conference phone, put a call through to Sol, and I
listened to their brief exchanges. He immediately
agreed to come down Saturday morning. He told
her that we could spend as long as we wished in
talk next week, because he had little to do.
I then sat down at my desk, whilst Mary sat
down in an opposite chair, still expecting me to
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tell her something about the meeting. All I could

do was to ask questions, that might give her
some clue to what might have passed between
Riley and myself. I was determined not break my
word, and started asking her about Sol's Masonic
connections.
‘Frank and Sol had private agreements,
which they shared with few other people. Even I
was not privy to everything these two were doing.
It was professional work, and I was called in on
some occasions, but they mostly worked on these
projects alone.’
‘Any idea what these projects were?’
‘They both shared a close interest in the
intellectual history of how the Frankists and the
Illuminati had worked together, and what was
going on with the Rothschild side of the Frankfurt
conspiracy, now that usury finance capitalism had
been abandoned. Very few people had taken an
interest in this aspect of modern history, while
Frank and Sol had done so from the moment they
had met. It was not something that was private or
secret. It was rather an interest that only they
studied closely. I left them to it.’
‘Did this involve either of them becoming
Freemasons?’
‘Sol has always been one. He studied law
shortly after coming to this country. His Masonic
connections came in handy, when Sol needed to
protect himself from Fascists, and Tory Socialists.
A law degree was a good means of defence, so
was Freemasonry.’
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‘Did Frank ever become a Freemason?’

‘No! Frank took an interest in it, but would
never join any body he could not fathom at first.
Frank probably knew more about Freemasonry
than most members of the Brotherhood. This was
an academic interest though, in the intellectual
history of Freemasonry. He was never a useful
idiot of transference institutions.’
I was glad that Frank shared my views on
Freemasonry, and I had replied to Riley correctly
that day. Also Mary’s mention of transference
institutions interested me immediately.
‘What of Sol then? Was he a victim of a
transference institution?’
‘No! No! Interest in that was what brought
them together. They both took an interest in this
phenomenon. Sol was a member of a number of
these institutions, but said he was never hooked
within the transference process, claiming he was
an angler, not a fish.’
‘And Frank was never within any of these
institutions at all, and so could study the process
of transference more objectively outside. Is that
it?’ I asked, finally getting the picture.
‘Yes! As I say, Sol was completely immune.
Nobody could possibly brainwash Sol, or capture
his soul. He is far too unique. Any group mindset
is completely foreign to his singular nature.’
‘I follow! Experts say that 20% of the
population are like that, and that another 20%
are easily brainwashed, another 60% are variable.
It is clear to me that Frank and Sol are obviously
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in the first 20%. They must have found that out

at their first meeting, at Cambridge, when they
decided to work together on transference.’
‘What was behind this? I never understood
it, and left them to it.’
‘This would allow Sol to go behind enemy
lines, as it were, and Frank would be a kind of
control, sharing what Sol brought back from Sol's
close study of transference phenomenon at
Masonic meetings. Does that make sense?’
‘That makes much sense, now you mention
it, but you will have to talk to Sol about it.’
Mary did not appear to have grasped the
significance of what they were researching, and
that is why Frank and Sol had not confided in her.
I was not surprised. Mary then confirmed what I
guessed, by saying,
‘I never understood why men joined such
bodies, nor why Frank found them interesting. If
they were studying the transference institutional
side of secret societies, then they were probably
the only people doing so.’
‘Did you not study transference, when you
were studying the criminal personality?’ I asked,
rather sharply, ‘Surely, transference comes into
prison life? Do not criminals pass on their wicked
mode of life by a kind of perverse transference
process? Are not the many criminal fraternities,
transference institutions?’
This was too much Mary. She had missed
something that had been under her eyes for many
decades, and Frank and Sol had never shared this
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insight with her. This shocked her. She thought

they had shared things with her, and here was a
whole field where they had not. I sat back in my
chair, while she worked this out in her mind, and
waited until she appeared to be ready.
I thoughtfully suggested,
‘I think it is quite possible that Frank and
Sol had been seeking to penetrate the other side,
in a kind of reverse Frankist conspiracy. I doubt
they would not tell you, because they may have
considered their project as a one off. They would
either be successful, or not. There was no point in
involving everybody. Sol would penetrate these
institutions, and they would then work out their
findings together.’
Mary listened to me carefully, and was quite
obviously taking it all in. However, she still looked
somewhat discomforted.
‘Their product became finally worked out in
the Frankist Study Group. You were all there to
help the two of them, although they did not wish
to involve all of you in this core work.’
‘It would certainly be very dangerous to Sol’
Mary said, speaking in a very soft voice.
I looked doubtful at this, and was about to
reply, when Mary said,
‘Sol has a mischievous side to his nature.
His sense of humour would always be uppermost.
He has lived that life for as long as I have known
him. Adventure and danger would appeal to him.’
‘The only danger was to Sol. All the time it
was only Sol doing the penetrating. If he had
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involved you all, then that might have been quite

dangerous,’ I suggested, hoping this would pacify
Mary to some extent.
Mary finally said,
‘The old devil!’ and we both laughed, and I
knew Mary had almost accepted the significance
of what they had been doing.
‘It would be a good idea for you to work on
Frank’s papers in the Rose Box, dealing with the
transference side of their work,’ I suggested to
Mary. ‘What I have been doing is making out flow
charts of all of his papers, in the hope that I shall
be able to make a summary of all his work on one
flow chart. My aim is to have a rough summary of
what he was doing. It is becoming clear to me
that both of them were deeply concerned with the
long term plans of the Sabbs.’
‘That is why Frank wanted to imagine what
life would be like, if we had not achieved what we
had since the War. It never entirely made sense
to me, their bothering their heads over what a
few conspirators were doing.’
‘Mary, that is how it all started! People living
as late as the 1870s, would not have bothered
their heads about a few conspirators. Yet, look
what happened within only fifty years.’
‘But look around you Francis. Why bother
about conspirators now, when you see people so
content with themselves, and their stable system
of government. Why bother our heads with the
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‘As I said, within fifty years, the delusions of

conspirators had become a political reality in the
Russian Revolution, and the groundwork of Fascist
Italy and Nazi Germany was being laid. History is
mostly an underground stream. We ignore this
underground stream at our peril. It nearly always
erupts into political life eventually.’
Mary was not convinced, and replied,
‘I wonder where their study of transference
comes into obsessions with conspiracies.’
This was too much for me. The connection
was there, for all to see, and Mary asking this
question gave me some idea what Frank had to
put up with. I had the same experience with Mary
in childhood, and remembered the great shock
she experienced learning things for the first time.
‘It is obvious to me,’ I replied, possibly a
little impatiently, ‘that what interested Sol and
Frank, was how the underground stream of crazy
ideas came to be cunningly embedded in racket
conspiracies, planning to capture the next
generation. Sol would work within the
transference institutions themselves, whilst Frank
mainly studied the intellectual history side.
Although he read PPT at Oxford, intellectual
history was his main interest, going by what I see
in his library.’
‘I could never work out how they were all
connected. Frank would be reading one thing one
minute, then reading something totally unrelated
the next. It was very puzzling, and it was not so
obvious. You say it is obvious, and there is some
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obvious connection between conspiracies and

transference. You are being as dogmatic as Frank.
He was always saying something was obvious,
when it was not. How is it so very obvious? I hope
you are not already picking up some of Frank's
bad habits.’
‘It was obvious from the point of view of
conspirators,’ I replied irritated. ‘Conspirators
never give up. They are always plotting and
planning the future, scheming, seeking to destroy
all transference institutions in their way. They
write great foolish tomes of pseudo academic
scholarship, cynical criticism of all established
religions and governments, and put in their place,
countless baits of specious arguments, supported
by surreptitious hooks of spurious logic, in ever
greater sophistical delusions. It is upon these
specious baits, they hook whole generations of
people, seeking to entrap them in a transference
process of their own making. That is how master
criminals tap the underground stream of history.’
After saying this, I immediately thought I
had said more than enough. I knew from my own
bitter experience of her more than half a century
ago, that once Mary Landau had merged two
notions, she would accept such connections, even
repeating it back to me how obvious it was.
‘Shall we have lunch, then do a little work
on Frank’s papers,’ I asked in a different voice.

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During lunch, Mary was friendly, but still a little

distant. Two shocks in one day were enough. I did
my best to be kind to her, although this probably
made things worse. There had been a difference
between her and Frank, and that had troubled
her. What she found out today revealed another
great difference: Frank had not taken much
trouble explaining this difference to her. He had
given up on her, which had hurt. Mary was a
typical woman. She thought she understood men,
but was completely in the dark, when it came
down to brass tacks. Frank had made adjustment,
and accepted Mary was not likely to understand
certain aspects of his work. So he worked with
Sol. Mary wanted to have her cake, and eat it.
She wanted to know where they differed, yet still
wanted their relationship to continue, as if they
did not differ. That is what I mean by being a
typical woman: Men tend to face up to their
differences, by making adjustments in their
various relationship. Women appear to operate by
a different set of criteria.
I marveled at the differences between men
and women, while still enjoying my lunch. Mary
was pensive, not quite sure why I was so perky,
and cocksure. I had to be very careful what I said,
or I could have made things worse. It was a
matter of being diplomatic. Mary had to make
adjustments to her inner polity. Whatever I said
could be wrong, because I had been so right. One
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wrong word from me, and my afternoon work

would be ruined, as far as help with Frank's
papers were concerned. So I had to keep mum,
and my words to the very minimum. I had no
intention of giving Mary grounds for picking an
argument with me.
After lunch, we settled down to work on
Frank's papers in my study. My desk was one of
those large old partner type desks, where two
people could work on it, facing each other. I had
cleared it completely, putting the two picture
frames on top of a bookcase, where they have
remained ever since. I always left the Rose Box
where it was, and never moved it from its corner.
Only if something happened to me, would it ever
be moved again.
Despite this little tiff with Mary, I was
settling in, and felt more at home more than ever.
Work on Frank's papers would help this process.
Mary sensed this too, and was sympathetic to the
necessity of doing our work together, and had her
own reasons, going by her comments. Her need
was to find out more about the Frank she had not
really known, and possibly find out how I differed
from Frank, or shared his features. My sympathies
were with the female mind, and their great need
to make these emotional adjustments, and how
this would help with the task in hand. I also
needed Mary to be aware of these aspects, which
would be a great help in making sense of the
papers in the Rose Box.

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I was doing a little more work on what

Frank called Aporetics, or the art of science of
questioning, when Mary suddenly said,
‘Frank calls people who are living spiritually
within a transference institution, an Incolant
Condition, calling the process by which they
become inhabitants, Incolant Conditioning. He
then defines Incolant Conditioning as "group
knowledge of [or control over] the delivery of
group reinforcements in a given shared situation
as both a necessary and sufficient condition for
the prediction [or control] of group behaviour."
Do you follow that?’
‘He is stealing ideas from Skinner and the
behaviourists, redefining Operant Conditioning,
within the frame of social psychology. Frank is
redefining Behaviourism as a form of transference
behaviour. As I said the other day, all Naturalists
(Behaviourists) tend to make false assumptions,
that we are all born with blank slates.’
Mary thought on this for few moments,
‘They believe that it is all a matter of filling
up blank slates, what social engineers want to put
there. Is that what you mean?'
'Yes! We are not born with a blank slate,
and social biology teaches us we are born with
very real needs, exactly as Eric Berne described
them; as hungers. Modifying behaviour is not a
matter of filling up blank slates, but the important
matter of satisfying sensible needs. Behaviourists
get things the wrong way round. Knowledge of

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reinforcements does not always create behaviour,

but more likely distort it.’
‘Under necessary and sufficient conditions,
Frank says here,’ Mary replied, reading further,
‘Healthy upbringing is a matter of what Dr. Price
calls epigenesis; which is defined as satisfying
needs, with rational reinforcements.’
‘Behaviourists pretend that we may change
behaviour to whatever we like, which is false.’
‘Where does this transference thing come
into changing behaviour?’ Mary asked simply.
‘You could say that the Behaviourists are
trying to create a transference institution, based
upon their belief system. This certainly works to a
degree, sufficiently to convince behaviourists,
proving they have created an Incolant Condition.’
‘You say Frank is basing his definition
upon Operant Conditioning?’
‘He is correcting their definition, to mean
that conditioning is never entirely based upon
stimulus and response. That is a Naturalistic
fallacious mechanistic model. We must always
remember that there is always a social reality
mapped in between any stimulus and response; a
spiritual content. It is the mapping of this social
reality where transference comes into it. Both
religious and secular belief systems are part of
this mapping process. Transference is a name we
give to some aspect of this mapping process.’
‘What aspect is that?’ Mary asked.

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‘The early childhood model,’ I replied

simply. Mary thought on that, and carried on
working with her papers.
Despite Mary's interruption, my grasp of
some aspects of Aporetics was becoming easier to
grasp, and I was soon understanding how Frank
was claiming that science was conjecture, not law.
The art of questioning was asking the right ones,
not jumping to conclusions. In the first case, I
was reminded of Carl Popper, and in the second,
Sherlock Holmes. Dr. Watson was always jumping
to conclusions, before Holmes had asked the right
questions. Holmes always asserted he had to
eliminate the impossible first, and then we had
only the probable to consider.
Aporetics was also a matter of finding out
what could be asked, and that is what is meant by
attermining solutions. Solutions to questions were
never determined. That would be constructing a
mechanistic model of science. Holmes rejected
that, so did Popper. Solutions are arrived at, not
derived. Derived answers were predetermined,
often denying truth, and even the possibility of
discovering it.
I was immediately reminded what Kant said
about our questioning Nature: that Nature only
answered questions we put to Her. Frank followed
this in considering conjecture as being central to
all scientific research, where the claims of science
would never overreach themselves in laying down
the law, what could be the right question. Frank
was quoting Kant in claiming that we should not
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conceive beyond our own resources. Science was

merely a modal resource.
I soon realised that I would have to talk to
Sol about all this. Positivism and the science I had
known, were equated here. I had already drawn
the analogy of the man who claimed he was left
footed, because he walked with his left foot. Other
men argued from the other foot. Men with partial
knowledge were the most dangerous people in the
world, including scientists. Frank was suggesting a
much freer way of looking at the world, and called
his approach, an aporetic of necessary reason. My
mind needed active dialogue here, and Mary was
otherwise occupied, so I had to put these papers
away, until I could talk to Sol.
Mary looked up at that point, and said,
‘It would appear that transference is also
the means by which transference hides itself from
what Frank calls our apperception. I am reminded
here of my experience with people with Vitamin
B12 deficiency, which immobilises them knowing
they are deficient of that Vitamin.’
‘In the case of transference,’ I replied,
‘people may think they have insight, when really
they are in a state of false consciousness. We may
call this identification. Conscience and science are
connected poetic realities.’
‘Yes! I understand that. It is true that moral
insight is based upon conscience, not upon social
morality. Social morality is what Frank called an
amoral fiction.’

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‘Con people that a social demand is the

common good, the very essence behind any evil
common purpose, and you are on the road to
conspiracy and tyranny,’ I replied.
‘Like Marxism.’
‘People who become Marxists, acquire a
state of mind where God explains everything. It is
only when God fails them, when reality breaks
through, when they lose their faith, and break out
of their Marxist transference. Marxism is a good
example of transference, group-think, and why
Marxism is called the opiate of intellectuals.’
‘I am thinking of myself,’ Mary explained.
‘Frank often told me that I could not understand
what he was saying, because I was in the bosom
of my family. This accusation upset me, because
Frank never quite hit if off with my mother, and I
always thought he was getting back at her. I have
been with my mother's younger sister recently,
and her influence has always been strong with
me. Although I always feel comfortable after
seeing her, I am always somewhat stupefied by
her persuasive influence.’
‘Jane Austen wrote Persuasion about that
form of transference.’
‘My aunt’s influence is not always good for
me, yet I still take it. Here I am, a successful
professional woman, and I am not stupid, yet
listen to her persuasive influence, even taking her
advice. When I was with you on Tuesday, I was
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with her, I am reduced to being dumbed down. Is

this transference?’
‘It would appear so Mary. There is a child
side of you, who still has a strong attachment to
your dear old aunt. It is not all that surprising that
transference still operates? Her need is still to feel
needed by you, as a reciprocating member of her
family. That is how counter transference works, in
tribal bonding.’
‘Then let us deal with today. Although I
have known about transference academically for
many years, I could not follow fully what you were
saying about transference just now. It would
appear that transference makes us stupid!’
‘Yes Mary, but not always, but has a useful
function in childhood. Without the transference
process in childhood, the child would be without
some guide to right conduct. It is when this
childhood process is taken into adulthood, that
trouble starts. If people are kept in their childhood
transference process all their life, they never
know true adulthood, but are like children.’
‘I now follow you! That is what Frank and
Sol have been up to all these years: they have
been studying these wicked people in their
attempts to imprison people within their childish
criminal philosophy. These evil people know what
they are doing, and must know about it.’
‘They may not know about it entirely. How
we describe a phenomenon is not always with the
same words. They are manipulating people with
transference, that is certain.’
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‘Then all rackets have a transference

aspect, which makes manipulation possible. That
is how they keep people in childhood?’
‘In my world there were numerous factors.
They first undermined the religious institutions,
which supported the freer more adult vision of
redemption and salvation. Only by doing that,
could they bring back what the Reformers called
the Babylonian Captivity. They had to undermine
the whole educational process, so the Protestant
elite no longer had the ascendancy.’
‘It is true that this Protestant ascendency
which supported the doctrine of Grace, mentioned
during our meeting of the Rose the other day.
This doctrine is central to the Reformation. Do you
mean they used the Roman Catholic Church to
bring back the Babylon Captivity?’ Mary asked.
‘Yes! As John Robison told us in his Proofs,
members of the Illuminati are like a fungus in all
institutions, including the Church of Rome. They
had to undermine all natural processes, where the
individual was allowed dignity and grace to follow
their natural destiny, perversely calling their
Sparticist side, Liberation Theology. It is a form of
entrapment. Their secular activities have been
involved in destroying small businesses, forming
vast monopolies, destroying small farmers, and
forming vast factory type agricultural combines.
Rome is merely an example of a monopoly, and
shows how easy it is to manipulate people within
institutions governed by an evil common purpose.
You have to imagine monopoly taken into every
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aspect of spiritual and temporal life. All this they

have achieved, by the time I left last Saturday.’ I
paused to let Mary take this in, and she was
pondering all this carefully, and making
connections. I concluded by telling her,
‘You may imagine my great relief to find a
world that did not go down that road.’
This appeared to please Mary, and mended
much of our little tiff. She thought carefully what
she was going to say, looked me squarely in the
eye, and said,
‘The world we see around us is really the
product of the transference process; of the people
who have made it so. Childhood fantasy is all part
of it, surely?’
‘As you say, part of it, yes, but not all.
Possibly we need to explore what happens to the
transference process in true adulthood: Does it
disappear, or does it transform into what the
Protestant Reformers were exploring.’
Mary listened carefully, and so I continued,
‘What the Scholastics called Learned
Ignorance, is when we ignore what we already
know, because of transference processes.’
‘If that is what we mean by transference
processes making people stupid, then there are
an awful lot of stupid people around,’ is all that
Mary could add.
The rest of that day we worked away at
these papers, after Mary had settled down with
her new insights. We finished quite late.

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Once Mary had left, I went to bed, slept soundly

again, had no disturbing dream, like the week
before, and woke Saturday morning even more
refreshed, realising that I had now been in this
world a week. It was becoming enjoyable to be
able to take so much for granted, and feel at
home with everything, which increased my
vitality. This was not an alien world, run by aliens,
but was run by people who were completely at
home, which was highly infectious. This gave me
a new verve for life. My ordinary routine was one
which now gave me as much pleasure as anything
else about my new life. My seeing Colin each
morning, was like turning the pages of a book.
Each day would reveal even more interesting
things to discover about the world in which I
found myself. I also comforted myself with the
fact that I lived on a very well run estate, which
ticked over like a well tempered clock. There were
no massive debts burdening its efficiency. Nobody
had money worries of any kind, because money
was the servant, not the master of our lives. It
was a world put to rights, and one I would do my
upmost best to prevent any harm coming to it.
Such a world bought my loyalty, and my love.
Colin told me that Delphine and Jack had
been up and about early. They were taking their
new responsibilities very seriously, and concluded
they were making up for the absence of Master
from the estate. Frank had been too deeply
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concerned with State matters, and left Estate

matters in the capable hands of Dawes. Both had
agreed to this arrangement. However, this had
not been very satisfactory. Every good manager
needs somebody to share the burden of office. So
Jack had kept in touch, while he was away, and
phoned Dawes regularly. This is how he knew
what to do when he got back, and this was Jack's
first morning back. Now they were going around
the whole Estate, checking up on everything with
Dawes. Delphine was keen go with him, because
she wished to visit the retired cottagers, and find
out how well we were looking after them.
I decided it would be a good idea to take a
walk myself, and Colin agreed, making sure I was
properly dressed. Jinx would be picking up Sol
around midmorning with the carriage, and so we
agreed, I would to go round the farm by buggy,
arriving back in time to greet Sol. At my age, and
total lack of experience, I needed somebody to
take the reins. So Jinx would find some young
person from the stables to do this for me, which I
later found out to be his son John, who had a way
with horses, that was even more impressive than
his father. Jinx certainly looked on proudly, as we
left the yard. Young John seemed to know what
was in my mind all the time. The minute some
new view came into view, he stopped, and his
horse appeared to have the same animal insight.
It was a pleasant hour, driving round.
When we reached the furthest distance from
the Manor, I asked John to drive back, leaving me
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to walk back on foot. We had seen enough for

that day. I guessed that by the time I arrived
back, Jinx should have picked up Sol, and should
have arrived back at the house.
Our arrangement was that we would discuss
matters over lunch first, then continue during the
afternoon. Mary would probably come to dinner,
and join us for our evening session. Everything I
had read so far pointed to the fact that Frank
worked with Sol more than anybody. Sol was also
Frank’s best friend, who knew more about what
he was doing than anybody. It was also probable
that Frank knew more about Sol than anybody.
On the walk back, I cleared my mind of all that I
wished to discuss with Sol. It was clear to me, by
what Sol said to Mary, that he understood my
need for this time with him, and he was prepared
to spend as much time with me as I required. This
suggested to me he was in need of my time, and I
could only guess what he needed to know.
When I arrived back, Dawes met me, and
told me that Jack and Delphine had gone with Jinx
to pick up Sol. Delphine wanted to meet Sol, who
was a great mystery figure to her.
I had not long to wait, before I heard the
sound of the carriage wheels on the drive way,
and voices in cheerful animated discussion. They
were getting on famously. Sol's face was lit up
with obvious delight, at proximity to Delphine,
who was enjoying the fun of his quick wit. Jack
looked on proudly.

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When Sol spotted me, waiting by the door,

he gave an instant look of recognition, stepping
down, offering his hand eagerly,
‘Well Francis, we have hardly said goodbye.’
‘Indeed Sol, Welcome to Pongboune!’ is all I
could say, wondering what they had been talking
about on the way back.
Jack and our staff busied themselves with
his cases, as we went in, Delphine leading the
way, offering Sol some refreshments, who
declined politely, deciding we had best get down
to business straight away. He had obviously won
Jack over to him.
I led Sol to my study, whilst Jack and
Delphine attended to his belongings, making sure
his rooms were ready.
‘Shall we cover a few things before lunch
Sol? We could work out a more systematic
agenda, following on our initial discussion. Mary
may join us after dinner, and even spend the
evening with us. Is that OK?’
Sol looked around him, sat down where he
thought was his rightful seat, and replied,
‘Fine! Fine! Francis,’ mimicking my own
stock response, and we relapsed into smiling
silence, while I sat down in my own seat behind
my desk. We eyed each other for a few more
moments, before he agreed, ‘We could cover a
few things before lunch.’
After another sufficient period of silence, I
sat forward on my desk, and explained,

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‘You have no doubt heard that I met William

Lincoln on Thursday, and met his mystery friend
yesterday. I need to know what you and Frank
have been up to. Much of what I know is now
purely by crude inference. You two have been
causing ripples.’
‘You need to tell me everything Francis. We
have much to cover. I shall put myself at your
disposal for as long as you wish. Frank and I
worked on a number of interesting projects. Your
needing to know is understandable.’
I nodded, and replied,
‘Agreed!’
‘You also need to tell me all you can tell me
of your world. For all our years of study, Frank
and I were still much in the dark, what these
people were really planning to do.’
‘I certainly know all about that. It is not a
very pleasant world, exactly as John Milton
predicted: A pandemonium of money grubbing
people, obsessed with ruling, rather than serving,
under the culture of Narcissism, now almost an
evil world empire.’
‘Let us draw up a check list first, then we
may work our way through all the questions we
need to ask.’
So that is what we did. By the time we were
ready for lunch, we had some clear idea what we
needed to cover. We then put our questions away
in the Rose Box, merely following our check list in
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We decided to have a light lunch alone, during

which we were able to clear up a few matters,
such as my meeting with William Lincoln, and the
mystery meeting on Friday. Sol was naturally
curious what had taken place,
‘What did you make of Bill Lincoln?’
I wanted to answer questions on these
meetings, only after we had discussed what he
and Frank has been doing, and so replied simply,
‘I have to admit, not very much.’
‘I understand he is hostile to me; thinks I
am some sort of Sabb activist, and Frank was my
dupe. He has very little understanding of our true
situation. Frank was no dupe. Our relationship
was the other way round. I was a silly dupe to do
half the things Frank asked me to do.’
‘This was to penetrate the other side?’
‘I never needed to penetrate the Sabbs: I
was already there. My family were Frankist. My
parents and grandparents were totally opposed to
the Sabb belief system. I was brought up to see
them for what they were; the biggest religious
crooks the world had ever known. Double dealing
was second nature to them. It was comparatively
easy to double deal back to them.’
‘You and Frank spotted each other at
Cambridge? How did that come about Sol?’
‘We simply clicked. Frank could see through
me from the start. He was working on Rackets,
and met Jane in my study, who was starting work
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on preparing her own thesis. Mary told me about

him, and brought him to Cambridge, to find me;
somebody who understood what he was trying to
say. Even today, I do not know the full plot. Mary
was finishing Medicine, and Jane was still reading
English Literature, after taking her degree. I was
dragged in to tutor him on aspects of what he was
doing. Frank ended up tutoring me.’
‘You became his mentor?’
‘It was more often the other way round. He
put into words, what I had only an intuitive grasp.
All I did was confirm how he was correct.’
‘You decided to work together, and that it
was your interest in transference that interested
you both.’
‘Yes! That is why we clicked. It was the
coming together of two Martians. My role was to
continue to appear to be what I was, whilst really
being straight. It was our Martian immunity to
transference that gave us advantages.’
‘Frank never joined you in your escapades?’
‘Frank was never a good actor, and could
never pretend to be in transference, so was quite
unsuitable to do that sort of thing. I found that
easy. My parents taught me how to act during the
troubles.’
‘Mary never really understood what you two
were doing. I was surprised to find out yesterday,
that she never made the connection between
conspiracy and transference.’
‘We had to leave Mary behind. Besides it
was too risky. Frank told me of difficulties he had
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with transference problems with Mary. She has

always been a very bright girl. I know, because I
lectured her. However, she needed a certain
degree of transference to learn. Those she could
not form such relationships with, were usually
because of transference problems. She learnt well
from me, and so I saw the bright side.’
‘What of Jane?’
‘Jane had her own problems, but not with
transference. She was simply in love with English
Literature, which is a transference institution I
suppose, until Frank came along. She snapped
him up, much to the surprise of Mary, who had
taken Frank for granted. I think it true to say that
Mary had to go abroad to recover, and was when
she first took an interest in criminals.’
‘Why was Mary so blind on transference?’
‘Because Mary is always in transference,
and so is never able to understand it, by getting
outside of it. She is not a Martian.’
‘Mary understood transference, formally,
intellectually, but not in any material sense?’
‘That is about it. We could never work on
this with her. We could discuss transference with
her, on an academic level, but not use it, and this
was disappointing professionally to both of us.’
'So I gather. Mary has only now woken up,
and having difficulties seeing the connection
between conspiracy and transference.’
‘You may never really tell with Mary: She
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but this new insight may evaporate the minute

that relationship is threatened.’
‘So what you and Frank were studying, was
really brainwashing, by transference?’
‘Yes! Frank held the thread, whilst I went
into dangerous situations. I even tried to trick him
into thinking that I had been brainwashed, but he
could see through me. Frank was always Martian.'
‘What now, Sol? What of your study?’
‘We should keep this up. You probably have
most of the information Frank was asking.’
‘Why would the other side say you were
Frankist, and that Frank is being duped; a patsy?’
‘It is because it could be true from their
point of view. I have never dropped my Sabb
connections. They know this, and now need to
shake the tree: See what comes of it. They are
not sure of me. My murder would be pointless at
my age, and might give them away. Besides I
have never explored deeply into their secrets,
beyond our study of their transference process,
which has been very much our secret.’
‘They do not know what you are studying?’
‘Correct! I hope Mary does not blurt out any
of this to anybody. That could be a disaster.’
‘We should see Mary later,’ I assured him.
Sol thought very carefully, and then said,
‘Our working relationship should follow on
from where Frank left off. You know more than I
could possibly hope, and you also have the same
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advantage of knowing what sort of world they are

trying to create for us.’
‘Our finding out their ultimate transference
ambitions is still our first priority then?’
‘Indeed!’
‘I notice from his notes that Frank refers to
this as the Frankfurt conspiracy.’
‘That is how Frank and I always referred to
them. We also kept that between the two of us.’
‘Why not the Frankist Conspiracy?’
‘It is not a helpful term, concerning what we
were up against; The conspiracy that originated in
Frankfurt. A Frankist Conspiracy is only helpful
regarding what Frank and I were doing.’
‘The Frankist side of this Franfurt conspiracy
is certainly missing from history in my own world.
What you appear to be saying is that the Frankist
Conspiracy is what you call your own counter
conspiracy against them.’
‘That is about it. Every strategic decision,
should have an element of deception built into it.’
‘When did you two start Sol, in earnest?’
‘As I said, Frank and I started aspects of the
work almost when we first met. It was like a fun
game between us. His work on rackets put it all
together, what we were up against. At our first
meeting, I felt like Huxley meeting Darwin for the
first time, and being told about Natural Selection.
I had to kick myself.’
‘You knew it, but had not managed to put it
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‘Exactly! I had been studying secret society

conspiracies, rackets, for most of my adult life. My
grandfather, like Frank's, also lived to a ripe old
age, and was able to tell me all he knew.’
‘How old was your grandfather, Sol?’
‘He was born in 1850 and was in his late
nineties when he died. Your comments about
Disraeli and his father were apt, except it was my
grandfather who informed me. However, I still
had plenty of family baggage. It was Frank who
broke the spell.’
‘I understand that Sol. Frank says the rest
of his first book is merely explaining examples of
how it all works out in practice.’
‘Go-carts, somebody called them.’
‘Some go-carts Sol, when they explain
every racket the Frankfurt Conspiracy has been
running over the last two hundred years.’
‘It goes back much further than that.’
I signalled I was all ears.
‘What you probably need to consider is how
the Sabb government in Amsterdam managed to
con the British government in establishing the so
called Bank of England.
I gasped, and Sol laughed, then concluded,
‘It was really in 1694, when the Sabbs really
started into their most profitable racketeering.’
This latest piece of information hit me like a
bomb, and I had to laugh with him, but wanted to
know what he meant by Sabb,
‘What do you mean by Sabb government?

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‘We are talking purely generically Francis.

They may have appeared to be Jews, and even
hid in the Jewish community, but that was not
what they were. What they appeared to be was
immaterial. We must always remember that
Sabbs are the masters of the craft of crime, and
must never appear to be what they are, but
always as some other entity, in which they cloak
and dissemble their true identity. Sabb is our
term to describe an indefinite entity.’
‘I follow you Sol. Prof John Robinson said as
much about Weishaupt’s insinuating brethren.’
‘Their freemasonry includes the Prusso
Teutonic orders, as well as all religious orders,
and so they are never discovered to be what they
are. Hiding within a highly religious community,
with sound views on finance was perfect cover.
Their conning of the British people with that
measure was their greatest master crime.’

At that point, I had taken enough, and we

agreed to take a good walk, before settling down
for more talk in my study. Sol told me that I was
probably going to have more insight of this kind,
before the week was out.
I do now admit that Sol was stimulating
company, and we talked and argued on that first
walk about almost everything, except what we
had been talking about in the house. I was going
to enjoy Sol’s company. He was so very civilised,
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It was on our first walk that he told me to

write everything down about my world, in a novel
preferably, claiming that all divines, poets, and
creative writers are accepted by everybody as
necessary liars. My readers should be able make
up their own minds what they read and believed.
By the time we were on our way back, Sol had
persuaded me to start writing this story.

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