Stories are sometimes contrived as messages. Example: Globe, March 21, 93: Stuffed Panda Alive with Reptiles. Miami airport finds a squirming five foot panda on a conveyer belt. They open it to find thirteen reptiles: three Indian star, two hingeback, a yellow foot, a red foot and an elonpted in the tortoises; three regular monitor and three Nile monitor in the lizards. Man checking them in Mexico City did not board. A contrived message about China. Look also for what is missing. That in and of itself may be a contrived message. About a week before the panda story there was a Times piece on the old China silk route. The story described a trip around the time of Christ to Rome by a messenger of the Chinese emperor Wu Tui (a Han). It was stated that this messenger from China was on a secret mission. The word secret was set in italics. Nowhere in the article does it state what this secret was! Pay careful attention to what is not said. The article had a map with it. The map was very simple. Rome was on one side and China was on the other and there was a line between them. That was it. If you were taught to read maps you would understand what this secret was right away. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. What would obviously be the best posture for these two empires on opposite sides of this ball? Yes, Kind Sir, yes Dear Lady, it is nice to see that you are attentive: of course; pretend at being enemies while being very secret friends. This way, between you, at the top and only at the top, would you always be in The know and in control of everything. This is not just some interesting history. If so Mr. Sultsberger might have deemed fit to let you in on his secret. Later in this document you will see how the Roman side of the above equation lead to Mr. Sultsberger and his associates. How many people walked into the New York Times offices on 43rd Street and complained: "Hey, this is silly. If you are saying that the messenger is carrying a secret then you must know the secret. What is it? I represent the throngs of people outside waiting to know." Not one solitary person I am sure. And how many took 40 seconds to pen and stamp A note. Out of millions? None I am sure either. Mr. Sultsberger is a responsible publisher doing his job. This publisher has my interests at heart. If a particular piece of information would serve the public good then this publisher, Mr. Sultsberger would surely see fit to let me know. Well, Kind Sir - Dear Lady, irrefutable logic is now in the way of those deep felt conclusions you had formed. Mr. Sultsberger is secretly emotionally bonded to an "enemy" which he makes you the real enemy of. This publisher is your enemy's friend. If perhaps you were one of a few, because of some position that had allowed you "ruler perspective", who did see this publishers secret; then you would reason that talking to him or penning a note would do no good. He wouldn't waste a sneer. I have, Dear Lady - Kind Sir, seen fit, for what I am sure you will agree is your good, to reverse sequence of the two examples in this paragraph. The second example occurred prior to the first by about a week. Nurturing food for a reread. The biggest secrets are not in government archives but public libraries. The key is the broader outlines of the "big picture" that you have been too close to the tapestry to see. Oliver North was quite right to worry that people might start seeing what he called "mosaics" in the libraries. A jigsaw puzzle is easier when you have a rough outline. I write you, dear reader, to lead you to think: singing, ink, ink, indelible ink; if the devil 's your master - your pen is your fink. Study war. Do, as war is a vast subject, take my Father's advice and concentrate first on the Crimean. In this particular sacrifice the plot is uncomplicated local issues. It was at that time too that the international press first stepped into power, not just as an instrument of war, but as the essential mind that moved the chess pieces in this vulgarly named "Great Game". If, as it is strongly suggested by the erstwhile travels of Wu Tui's sycophant, a regular pattern of war would serve this elite: then it cheerlessly follows that the publishers preoccupation with this perpetual sacrifice would be strongest in times of peace; arranging for private sales of spoils beforehand, testing and preparing the emotions of the masses, placing boarders on the playing fields, until, after starting a little fire, some fuel could be added to it with the excuse that the added fuel was really being used to put the fire out, by which another clearing house, a really big one would be on the hook. Again. We live far from the road and many silent nights I fell asleep with only the sound of my Father's hand tracing, as he did through the years, shorelines for this battle or that campaign in one or another war. I too would trace the shorelines in my dreams and snap into other real-as-this worlds as a blond youth holding a new light carbine and newly trained steed watching the stone banks and seven hills of Istanbul with their tall thin towers slip past the troopship in the evening mist as we slipped into the Black Sea and we slipped into a landing at Sevastopol and we slipped into a senseless charge in a forgotten valley and I slipped into a casualty and slipped into a Blacker Sea and a deeper sleep again. I would awake on frozen nights and know in every minute detail, as if I had done this a thousand times, exactly how to pad and tie and blind a war horse to be lifted over the gunnels of a trireme using the oars as both ramp and lever. I have been in dreams so varied, that with cinquedea, spear or Garand, I have almost believed that I have in arms assaulted Sicily's dappled shores with the morning sun at my right, my left and my back: that I may have even, hauling at a line with black bleeding feet, been a breath from Hannibal's father. So often at the dinner table the mapmaker of Time would read an article, point to the country in the atlas, and point So often at the dinner table the mapmaker of Time would read an article, point to the country in the atlas, and point outside of the country to its "capital". He never spoke. He just pointed and we knew. A few times he made this into a game for me. The editors think in terms of large international banking interests and couch the news in terms of national interests. They do not feel national ties but very much want to foster this bonding in you. This in itself makes the ingestion of real news almost impossible: ceaseless hammered jabs which you must again bob and weave and block. No single factor so distorts our planet's history as much as secret banking. Most people still think that Time Magazine, and Warner Brothers, with their vast subsidiaries such as HBO and their other cable networks they watch are American companies. They are not! They are Belgian. The New York Times Company now has vast publishing concerns in the former Soviet Union. They do not want you to focus on that. Secret banking and the secret trusts they contain are the bottles of the lizard vintage. Jeremiah would point to big headlines and make a little "small" sign with a space between his forefinger and thumb. He would point to little headlines, or small back pages and place his hands wide apart for "big". Generally speaking, the facts are usuallu correct. It is by emphasis that the information is skewed in your mind. In some cases, however, they simply lie, and lie in unison. Look at the forces in Somalia. We had two divisions there: a Marine division, and the Army's Tenth Mountain Division. (We now have only the Marine- there has been no information regarding the whereabouts of the other!) A division is 20,00 men. 20,000!! That means that we had 40,000 combat troops deployed to do what 500 men should be able to do! The media misleads by saying we have 40,000 combat troops deployed, (the truth) instead of saying, WHAT ARE WE DOING ON THE HORN OF AFRICA WITH A FORCE ALMOST AS LARGE AS PATTON HIT MOROCCO WITH? 500 MEN COULD DO THE JOB THEY ARE PURPORTED TO BE THER TO DO. WHAT IS GOING ON? -(a truer truth). They lie with the truth. Read editorial headlines again as separate from the editorial. They often are. Ask yourself, for every letter to the editor, why out of so many this was chosen. Many are chosen to make a point or say to another "principle" or editor, "See?" or "I told you so!". In most cases, and this is humbling, you should be saying to yourself, "Gee, don't see, with all ping on, just what was so special about this.' An indication of how much we miss. It is a never ending daily shock: to see how very little I understand in the paper, watching others thinking they understand it all! In the Chronicles section of the Times (or older Washington Briefs) almost in every case there is a joke to the story. If you don't laugh it means you don't get it. Again very humbling as I, again, get very few of the jokes. Headlines impact. Why is one story featured and not another? Try to feel the editor's motives for every move he makes.
