WHICH GOD? WHAT WORK? WHERE?

Prof. C More Books, at his desk, is trying to concentrate. Loco Lola is close to him, whispering in his ear. The Montreal Market Medium, all knowing in finance and markets seems perplexed paces back and forth. How could the stock exchange lose the value equivalent of a G-7 economy in ten minutes? The Cpl Duty First, back from the great divide just south of Truth or Consequences brings the stink of fire. Peyote brush burning in the cooling fins and exhaust headers on his 1948 Harley 61 makes smoke. He is smiling humming old NAZI marching songs.

The medium is troubled that network financial news seems so disconnected from reality. What was that hokey story of Pres of Goldman Sachs away on a secret visit "doing God's work." YIKES! Loco Lola leaves the Prof with a word. It began with A but sounded like it ended with hole. She approaches the Medium. He is captivated. Loco can do that to what she quietly calls "the Market Moron."

It is amazing to watch our aciturn rustic, Emma of Kazabazua transfigure by deep trance channeling into the magic persona of Loco Lola. In past life she was Queen Juana of Castile, the first woman Jesuit. The harried monks of that 1555 Vatican gave her the unkind name Loco Lola. She tends to remote view our circle and know their most private thoughts. I suspect it is possible that thoughts can be influenced during sessions when she imposes hypnotic amnesia. Since no one has yet been able to reconstruct the sessions by recall, I suspect she could make suggestions that are intended for future action. I worry about what she is doing to the Montreal Market Medium, especially in his current mental state since he has just finished reading my book; MONEY: The 12th and FINAL RELIGION.


The Montreal Market Medium is transfixed by Loco. She moves toward him in half turns, smiling first over one shoulder then the other. Her reach to fluff her skirt is a ballet gesture. The sensuous stimulating effect on the "market moron" is not unintended. I worry for the Medium.

They are together on the sofa speaking in low tones. He is hypnotized, literally. Loco is asking about finance. I hear the medium making words, phrases. "Its the contrary God. The work is usury. The Bank of International Settlements-Basel-secret destination. Its daemonic, Luciferian, no moral limits. They have offended Him with loss of prudence. They can no longer tell truth." Loco is very patient asking "who are they and who is Him," she asks. The Medium breathes deeply to say harshly. "Its International stock exchange "players" in Finance and the God is Moloch. God of perpetual debt, money at interest, stock exchange and insurance company swindles. The idea of Capital enslaving people offends the Cosmos. The biosphere is at risk from financial absurdities of return on investment and interest on national debts. Using these to regulate life in the biosphere are too absurd to be contemplated by serious thought." He is jolted out of hypnosis by his own shouting.

The shouting disrupted the humming Cpl. "So what does the Moloch do now," challenges the dubious Cpl. "He abandons the failed ethic of the Anglo Saxon central banking and seeks a new people,"interrupts Loco Lola from deep trance and long experience in large scale matters of spiritual organization. The prof looks up from his concentration and says, "Moscow the Third Rome," and goes back to his concentration. He is supposedly writing another book.