Golden Devil Eggs A Modern Fairy Tale

Golden Devil Eggs A Modern Day Fairy Tale
By J. D. Weiss

Two men are arguing---about Money of course and what it is and where it comes from. Actually, only one of them is doing most of the talking.

A Mr. Goldsmith.

Speaking quite quickly he is stating his case,"Actually, your excellent insights are more directed towards the Federal Reserve system, which set up the US to be the transaction station for the world markets [in dollars]. The International Bankers reap the profits of Usury, while gaining hard assets. These same Bankers engineered the system with inter-locking partnerships, to control national monetary policies by wagging the dogma of financial opinion like a barrel full of fish. One wonders are all people in the US blind to the truth of world-wide exploitations? Does anyone earning wages, really take home any money?

Some but not all.

For example: The china guy making 30 cents an hour for eight hours makes two dollars and forty cents a day. Since he had far less then after his gain, he knows he has earned a higher standard of living. He was never told his note of credit was to be redeemed in gold and he does not expect such an exchange or perceive such a loss from one form of credit to another. Compare this to the US guy who is paid 10 dollars an hour, for eight hours, but his worthless notes of credit are only carrying a five cent per note true value. Does he know this is a swindle on his wages as labor? Actually, he works for only a mere fifty cents an hour, or four dollars a day, but due to INFLATION on those CREDIT NOTES the Wage Income is paid out as $80.00 and taxed; as if it was Non-inflated gross income.

Sounds like allot of hot gas has pumped up his balloon. Right... sure. Even so, the Fed and State taxes, plus the payroll taxes, reduce this amount even more (without considering any further deductions) and that is his take-home pay. Does this US man compare his wages to the man in China? Not likely. If he did he would know his true wage is only twenty-cents more an hour. How can any man live on this?

Now I ask, what would the governments world-wide rather tax: the four dollars a day man or the eighty-dollars a day man? The price of living goes up to meet the demands of the State. The State causes inflation, and steals the difference between a false set of weights. The International bankers who run the SCHEME are not going to change what they charge for the Credit Money unless the people in every country demand an honest, non-Credit Money system. A system, that more accurately describes and measures the Markets, while allowing free people to conduct their trades, free of the tyrannical control of the money-lenders/changers themselves, who are merely Agents of the governments, with a license to steal.

Regardless from where the money is produced, printed, stored or sent as electrons in huge, vast computer Networks, AS IF they too (electrons) are money, or any other delivery system which fulfills the purpose of the money, to all that need the money, money is always as money is defined.

The International Agents, of these same cartels of Bankers, did more to ruin the ability of people to haggle, or settle their own senses of value, for what they trading and selling, then even those old non-capitalists ever did by civil warfare, by stealing the rights to Sell in every market from the people who depend on local monies to live.

All these, Neo-Con, Marxist Agents step on people, of course like the heavy-foot of the butcher, always increasing the Pressure on the Scales of Commerce. The Governments are paid to Collect the taxes and to run the show, while these very same Agents of the International Bankers, claim to be fighting the Inflating Costs, by predatory CREDIT lending, the Governments themselves enforce by Law.

The Credit itself like the bloom of a rose is born solely out of the IMAGINATIONS of the all powerful bankers like streams of GOLD raining down from over the RAINBOW.

Why none below them know where that fountain of golden credit actually exists. The balloon from which hope hangs, rises and falls as the CREDIT, like a lot of hot wind, inflates or deflates the hopes of those hanging on for dear life. All the while, the winds of commerce blow this balloon this way and that, never following the same wind twice.

The economy of a Nation, is also like a basket hanging perilously from the Balloon, carrying its frail occupants through blue skies and storms alike. If a rope may snap, under the pressure of the heavy winds, turning the hapless basket like a house in a tornado, why that will of course dump out the occupants. Who, if unable to deploy their parachutes (Hopefully golden to be sure) will be dashed against the cruel lands below.

Considering all of this as a prelude to disaster, the wiser intelligent man will ask, "Where do I find for myself this magical substance called CREDIT?"

The common man knowing quite well that this intangible CREDIT (like Gossamer Wings preventing the Fall) the TRUE source from which all Money flows, is the only way to make substance, like grain into MONEY: The Bread Of Life.

The Credit Master knows THAT this is... the trick-of-ALL treats. His treats are like treasures in a big, fancy box, decorated in splendor and lace, a Present which allows him to be CREDITOR to any, to whom it is presented, just like a fine merry gift. From his hands the 'precious power' will be delivered. This force is just like a Ring on his finger, to show his hand is Blessed. Whom-ever that precious finger shall touch in the Market, that Person of Business will grow in Prosperity and Health.

You See---The Golden Credit Wealth only comes to those who know the secret of the Golden Goose---whose Eggs are beholdened to the Bearer from which it is Claimed. Here lies in the golden eggs the very creation of credit now revealed from me to you.

Let me Declare, what I have Examined, of this far-fetched Fairy Tale, of which I believe, to be the best of my knowledge, on this subject, of Interests, many less informed find themselves quite taxed by; when discussing both Credit and Debt as defined: Money. As the same thing of substance as such how can this be?

Why my good man The Yolk OF All Credits is... the Egg of All Debts.

Well, our man of industry seeking the Grail of the Holy form of Money (the God we Trust) soon found his quest to be harder then any road he went down before. In fact, like running opposite against rushing traffic. No matter which way he turned and twisted the herd was stampeding against him. The harder he pushed his way through the crowd, the more he was gored by the Bulls, whom none could control. Bloodied by his ordeals he stops by a cafe to take refuge.

Inside he finds himself sitting across a man of great wealth and importance. This rich man obviously knew the secret of the golden goose. The sign of wealth was too great to ignore, much less refute.

The Rich-man looking over at the well- dressed, clean-cut newcomer, noting the bloodied look upon the man (who took a real beating out on Wall Street) was of course in dire need.

So he ignored him.

However, Our intrepid man, was not to be looked upon, or as if a mere fool. So he asked the dreaded question, as if he was casually inquiring, "How much would I need to pay you, to know the secret, of the Golden Egg of Credit?

The Richer man eyes the lessor man suspiciously. Another one of those broken-hearted guys looking to put their 'Humpty-Dumpty' back together up on the wall once again.

He laughs. But he says, as if non-plussed, "If you can tell me the riddle of money, where it is... and what it is... with ONE word mind you as proof; I will lend you the Special Note. A note to induce demand for a golden goose. A goose which when Tendered, always lays the golden egg into your own hand, free and clear, of any other credit of interest.

"Sure, why not. I have nothing else to lose" re-torts, the seeker of money as truth. The two of them shake, to make the deal of the word, into flesh.

Well says the Richer man, "The Riddle is this:

Take out a Dollar Tender Note and show me where it says, This is... MONEY? IN other words... Show Me the promise IS Money, as a Truth of Money, upon a Bill of Legal Tender."

The man seeking riches, as yet, full of confidence, takes out a dollar tender note and looks for the word that is MONEY.

Much to his chagrin, the Good Word of MONEY is not to be found.

I need a micro-scope, he thought, thinking that the word MONEY might be written in letters so small, the un-aided 'eye' cannot see them in full Print.

"No need for micro-scope son, said the Rich man knowingly, "if you cannot see the word in plain site then there is no Word of Money, as Printed, at all."

The seeker of real Money went nearly ballistic. "Why...er what...so. Hey? What kind of shyster deal is this?

If you know there is... not ONE word called MONEY on the Note of CREDIT... there is... no way to see it on the BILL! Your riddle is a lie wrapped in bull-sh**t."

"That my friend," says the Rich Man, "Is why you are lost on why IS, which means IS, is of course the secret of the Golden Goose, who can lay a perfectly, sound, golden egg."

"The debt, just between US, IS the EGG. NOW you know the secret of the Yoke of Credit and yet, you know nothing more NOW about Money, then when you asked."

"Therefore, you did not tell me anything, you knew not one second before your asking and you have failed to solve the Riddle of Money as defined:

A single word on the Note."

"You obviously know nothing of true importance. You are not worthy of riches hence your ignorance and poverty."

"Your a lying bastard!" Shouted out, the poorer man. "How can you tell me I know less then you with nothing to back your claims then such twisters of Reasoning? Those are lies you preach, as there is no Word on that Bill which tells me that it is... worth something, I know is.. a Word indeed meaning Money."

"IS that So? Then tell me Mr. Smarty-pants----Are you a rich man? That is... A cooker of eggs, as credits of money as debts, to be sent and consumed on the worlds tables as lent?"

"Well.......NO?" Answered the confused seeker of wealth.

"Then you and I are not on the same playing field of the mind. Where you see only ink on paper, I see the very definition of money. The Money I see requires, only by Law, my signature to know what I say to be true. My word is the only proof I need, to see the Money."

"My truth in such matters is of a higher standard then your own Hence, your confusion as to why I know more then you as evidenced, by the fact, I asked you to solve the Riddle, of which you are so clearly, not of the right-mind to solve of your own intent."

"Therefore, if I solve it for you, then I have lent you, that precious knowledge for free and that was not our Deal we shook on in good faith. So to you I say, Good DAY sir."

And in a huff and a puff the Rich man walked away.

DAMN it all to Hell exclaimed the guy, with no hopes of learning why, the Golden Goose, was golden in the first place. Why me he thought out-loud, did that devil of man tease, with promises of riches, only to be fleeced by a word meaning money that is not to be found?

Then with no warning came the Old devil himself, right into the cafe.

"So" says, the Old devil, tipping his black-pointed hat. "I hear you are talking ill-Will of Hell and Me by slander by way of my House?"

Stammering, our vexed man replied, "I was merely making a claim of distress. Besides nobody believes in YOU anyway. Your old hat old man, out of time and all that jazz. Why, I don't even believe in the Devil. You are just a figment of my over-heated imagination."

"Oh really" says, the Old devil, taking a seat. "I am just your imagination out-loud, in two persons, and sitting quite plainly across the table to you as just one? Why I must be your-Double Agent, one of myself and one as your confident."

"My Double Agent? I do not have an agent of my own imagination... confident or not. That is as stupid as saying, Micky Duck or Duck Micky is my imagination Agent."

"Indeed says, the Old devil.. "I am their Agents TOO. They both work for me in TOTO."

"Both in Toto?? I was talking of only one fictional agent, as a fiction of two known Fictional agents. Your now a fictional ringer of this Agent of my imagination as well? To be fake one must be just that fake. Of no Known personality or person."

"You are a fiction for sure."

"Little do you know son. You see We Agents, all wear the same hat, so I count as two instead of one. Me plus an employee makes three. Thus two of my agents now work for you." The Old devil glares, then asks, "They are working for you and not me right?"

"What?! Nobody is working for me, and I am not employing you to be my Agent of agents, of non-personal fictions, yours or mine."

"Well, there is your problem. Your imagination is working for somebody else. You could be earning money for their labors in your name alone. As it stands now, you gave them away for free and now they work for me. I am quite willing to be employing them back to be you, if you so WISH. That is.. back in your own mind."

"You wish you had that Kind of Power."

"Well, since Wishes are like fishes, (being the avid fishermen that I am) I will catch a few with every hook cast into the waters, so give me a try and see if what I said is something other then the Truth."

"Yeah right, you can hook a wish like a fish and catch me just the same? Now that is a feat of bragging if I ever heard one. So, sure. I wish I was rich three times over plus one more."

"Well done my friend. Your imagination will be employed back to work for you and you alone, in any endeavor you so design."

"However, I just need to iron out a few details to make the deal good on your word and of course signature."

"I am of course employing the Agents of your imagination So... Due to their employment for me in your Stead, I have taken the Liberty of Issuing you some credit in my name, for their use in yours. This will help you, to get over the Wall so many face and are found wanting for trying. I am going to Ensure the Agents provide you with plenty of credits to prove your imagination is yours alone on which to succeed."

"You can be anything, just like in Hollywood, when your imagination is yours to control. Indeed, I make stars every day, that is famous people who are not bound to plain old lives of boredom, struggles and strife. The stars are paid quite well to have dreams bigger then life."

"Well, that is some kind of deal! How much CREDIT are we talking about SIR! Those Hollywood folks are indeed so wealthy even the Rich are green with jealousy and envy. Wow... I am so excited to finally find the eggs of credit are real and to be delivered into my own hand, free and clear."

"Why young man how true. You are about to receive all that you need and want and more. You of course, only have to pay me for the Interest to cover your loan of credit. Plus a minor charge for handling all those bank trans-actions. You know, all those pesky contracts which need to be drawn up to show my credit is recognized as indeed your own."

"By the way, the source of my Credit has to be transferred to my agent, then to their agent, then back to you. Lawyers, a pain in the ass for sure, are always finding a way to increase the paperwork, thus their time and effort. Thus everybody has to be paid, or no credit can be released back into your possession."

"So if I let you be my Agent of Credit I can have unlimited Eggs of Credit back into my possession?"

"Well son, NOT all of my Credit goes into eggs. I need to provide for my other clients, plus myself, in addition to the businesses of the Trade in which our transactions must be brought to bear."

"Plus Money is so darn expensive to finance and administer, the charge to handle all transactional costs is attached to the loan, to cover those other expenses, that are unfortunately, not my own."

"You comprehend that risk I am sure, that you fully understand that Risk is plenty dangerous to all credit futures, mine and those abroad, including your own."

"Yeah, I can understand that for sure. My folks lost a bundle on their farm when the price supports dropped so low that they were no longer able to afford the money, to pay the bills, to grow the wheat. That is why I decided to find the secret of the Golden Goose who lays the golden eggs of credit. I want the middle-man to work for me."

"Commendable my young friend. Looking for the VERY source of wealth, others depend on for their farms and livelihoods, is so much smarter and quicker too. Why toil for your labors and only make enough to pay for your costs and a few extras. A man cannot eat his OWN cake and have it too!"

The Old devil noting the confused look --- snorts,"Why a man can no more consume the Apple of his Labors, then he can sell the same Apple for his Costs."

"My word, I may be the OLD devil but I never said, I would pay a man to eat his own food, much less, pay him for his own labors, while toiling in his own fields, as if I was his source of personal money aside from his own land. All the while claiming I owe him a living on his very lands where I have no Interest!"

"The things I must endure in this world where men who work for themselves and no other, demand money they do not own, from a man whom they do not employ. Why, that is like asking me to give you for free, the very change in your pocket from my very hand, for nothing, but your word to repay in full. After all, I do not kind Sir, Know you from Adam."

"Sorry Mr. Old devil sir. I did not mean to make you so hot around the collar. I would never ask you for something I have never earned for myself."

"What are you some kind of kiss-ass!? You just agreed that you need Credit for MONEY and I am to be your agent. Are you telling me that you cannot pay me in free coin, divorced from all capital sources, free and clear of all debts both foreign and domestic, my fees?"

"Well!? How dare you ask me to work as your agent with not a coin of your own to make the deal true to the word as written, much less spoken?"

"I beg your pardon Mr. Old devil Sir, I did not mean, to ask you, to work for me, for free, as my agent of credit. I thought you were going to lend me the credit first and then I would pay you a Share of the new Credit, coming from what I invest, in a business, as a RETURN, of your investment, of your CREDIT, as severed into my own hand, as mine alone."

"No hooks on strings attached eh?"

"What are you a BLOOD relative or something? You bit the hook and I gave you the Wish. The 'kind' of 'Deal' your asking is NOT the one I am proposing. No sir I never said I was selling you my private credit for free, then allowing you to sell it back to me, for the same price, as I loaned it to you."

"Loaned you fool."

"I am loaning you, the Good Faith of my Name, I have Upon my Credit, from all and every Important Bank in every land of which good sound men do their economic enterprises."

"My credit is good because I am a recognized leader of industry of which my prowess is of renown. My fortunes are legendary both in size and scope, covering every area of human endeavor worthy of my high name. Most of all, I am Trusted in every State of which I have Business, including the Nations of the Crowns, as well as, their agents."

"Speaking of which, world wide my Credit Houses are greater then those inferior Houses of Public display and everyone of them is filled to the brim, with very powerful men, working for me and never once are my customers complaining, my services are second to none."

"Try to find a better agent."

"There are very few who can work at my level in the World Markets and derive gains every year greater then the one before, just like magic."

"No I am willing to lend you the claim of my Trust, as a receiver of my Names benefits, but not the Primary Name and no Real Assets that I may own in any other propriety; including those in my credit bureaus."

"So I am not getting any free Credit?"

"NO sir. You will instead have a very direct line of credit in your own name once you sign on the dotted line where my name is next to yours. Only then, what is mine then becomes yours."

"Our names are to be intertwined like a marriage where each owns a stock-hold, my hold is on the stock, yours is the proof as evidenced by a golden ring."

The Old devil takes out a golden ring.

"This ring is what cements the deal. From the ring comes all the power of my name in yours. In my name your name is now consented and given in full. All those in the 'know' will now know, you are a man, who has a Ring of Power and that it is indeed from me as proof in you."

"This I will prove quite simply, as I will add your name to my list of Creditors. This list will be published in the group of which you are now placed as an Assistant-agent of Asset, as my ownership of your new-found Credit, will of course Represent my Interest in your CREDIT."

"The credit is of course now a thing. Some call it a Golden goose, lucky diamond, golden pot and such........

....ME I just call it your Soul for good luck. My own."

"So sign right here and here and over here and once more down here and then finally right over here next to my own."

"By the way. Every time you bring to me a new CREDIT prospect, you earn a better interest of your credit and in turn, this will help you pay off your Interest, in my CREDIT, that I have loaned to you."

"Understand that if you fail to convince prospects, that is, those who are seeking what-ever it is you are peddling: gooses, goats, hopes and dreams or even nice homes with a view; you are working for yourself to pay me what you owe."

Looking at his watch, the Old devil remarks, "Owe right now. In fact, as my Credit, as is... IS worth Time as Money, at around a rate of about Four-Billion to one PER second of a lessor agent. Well you get the idea."

"My Time as measured is in ever-greater units of Credit of course."

"Few men understand that I only LEND OUT the BILLS as Proof of my TENDERING capability. The good Trust I ex-tend to so many Agents of Commerce drives the penny into a pound, makes silver fly into my House like eight-tiny-reindeer while carrying pigs with wings. While all the while, the golden eggs of debts pour from a fantastic fountain-Head, my own of course, back into credits."

"You see my now Credited Friend the Money is after all---

As measured... is the Time IN MY HEAD."

"That IS the secret of which men of every nation have boiled and burned, now it is yours."

"Remember, you must never REVEAL this SECRET until you have hooked, tricked, and peeled another egg, ER I mean fool, looking for gold from an egg, or a well, or any other rainbow flying about their silly, straw-like heads."

"The Money is mine to loan as a Trust of Credit, as you now have become. You are now to be Credited with the Mark upon a mans name. My signature, as the Mark of the Collateral Loan is now yours. You now have the privilege to use the Mark, in any marketplace, in the world, where my Mark as signed as Guaranteer, is known and obeyed, as a Pledge of Good Honor, to pay all debts both private and public."

"Welcome to the Jungle where Credits, Interests and Debts, like Lions, Tigers and Bears work like Humans in their Labors, to make of course more Money---The Time as I charge all men."

"The very Money whose Yolk of Credit is the Golden Egg of Debts I keep, a portion thereof is now yours to lend in name, for any purpose you seek."

The seeker of Fortune looked at his new found ring. The glimmer was precious, like a promise to make and he marveled at the shiny ring, that he now wore, as proof he was made.

Lost in its shine was the curse upon the needs of the man when loaned out by the devil; which meant there was now hell to to be paid. But now he had the egg of debt, from which the credit of yolk was to flow and he knew that being a Rich Man, was far too important, to be worried about such little things, like so many details, in the clauses, of a sealed private contract, whose signature he bore.

Mr. Goldsmith eyed the second man most feverishly,"And so now you know how I came to possess this fine, Golden Ring upon whose Credit fortunes, mine now most certainly attest. Being a Rich man is superior to a poor man do you not agree? Or do you need still more proof to prove my word is indeed gold."

The second man, hearing the other man AFTER ALL, was indeed an Agent of the Old devil, replied, "No thanks. When I break an egg I choose to fry it in a pan with a slab of bacon."

"Indeed, from all of what you have said, when you sell your Soul, to the Old devil, you will indeed be exceedingly Rich and will live a life of prime quality called Luxury, until the day your very Life is called to be re-possessed."

"However, there-after, you are to be turned into yet another soulless egg, to be bled for Eternity in the NAME of that Old devil and his schemes of making you literally back into the yolk of his very own money."

"Tell me Rich-man, whose yolks does the Devil turn into never-ending, yellow-golden, credit streams?"

"Why the very fools who bought his promise, of ever-lasting Returns, that's WHO. All of a mans eternal Life for nothing more, then the Old devils word that their Yokes of Promises to Pay, were indeed to be their own sources of Credits and Debts plus a minor charge of usury."

"A lie that was true indeed."

"No wonder they Called him that old Liar. Every man believed him but a few."

"And so I say to you... No thanks. I would rather live the Life of a beggar then a man whose soul, is nothing but a yolk for that Old devil in Hells Silver and Gold quarters."

And so the good man won fair and square. He proved he knew the true riddle of the Golden Goose and Her golden eggs of credit and debts, usury interests and bad contracts, held by and signed by, that Old devil himself.

Apparently, the tale of the golden Egg is so old none can remember the lesson. Here it is again just for good sense.

Do not sell the credit of your eggs before they have a hen to lay, or your life will be ruined for the want of an egg.

Beware of those playing on mens fears, wants and needs with nothing, but the claims, of free-traded notes of credits, for a days honest labors. The lie you buy is in the end the very cost of your freedom as a free man.

Be wary of those men hawking or lending empty 'promises' to pay 'something' they never 'owned' in the 'first' place... or even the second, or third from a thousand hundred men removed and dead no less.

Credit is after all nothing more then pure imagination and just like the money both are gone in a flash. But the debts last forever on the lands they are cast.

Naturally, only that Old devil really knows what Money Really IS as in IS. Why few men know that IS.. only means something Is... as IS... as it IS... known. If you know this to be true, then by that alone, is indeed what money IS. IS of IS seems to mean the blood of its essence of substance. The ISIS of Money comes from a time long since ago. Blood money is no joke as many a wise-man has foretold.

The tale I heard of that history goes something like this:

The Wicked Witch married that Old devil in times far removed from our own. Apparently, the Money came from Her side of the family. Thus, why that Old devil has only her Credit to be sold as his own.

He of course just sells the Credit based upon the Yoke of Promise. The Promise, the Old devil keeps to himself, like a prize of a secret, is that his Witch of a Wife will break the Egg of a Mans Soul and will in turn Consume his human Yolk.

She is after all that is said, the Golden Goose, who in turns lays the golden egg of credit and debt. That Old devil takes that Egg called debt, loans it to men as a Credit, who while being consumed in turn, mind, body and soul, turn out a new egg ready to be loaned.

Just like clock-work, so I hear, this process works day and night. After all, a sucker is born every minute. There is always another man like a fish in the sea--- making wishes. A wish to be free of his dreary waters. Like a bird he thinks he will ascend, but he is but a fool. The only place he is going, is into the net, then into the pan, to be leavened into more of this worlds needs, as of course, more DAILY BREAD for the tables of all the worlds very Rich Men.

Fitting that it Is... as this Is...

THE END.