Fred might have seen Ross' discovery also as an answer to the enormous challenges the whole world was increasingly facing in our age of the ever-present potential for a nuclear war, which we had once boldly faced, but without avail. There had been times in times past when things had been moving with lightning speed for us, so that a solution seemed just around the corner. But the coveted solution was never attained. Eventually we simply stopped fighting like Goya's donkey that one finds standing serenely and oblivious amidst the hubbub stirred by a giant colossus. The scene is that of the great 1808 painting by the Spanish artist Francisco Goya with the title, The Colossus. Goya had painted the scene of a society in great turmoil overshadowed by a giant person representing war, or more precisely, Napoleon's war. Everyone was scurrying to escape, except the donkey. The donkey simply stood his place calmly with a serene tolerance caused by an indifference that comes from a mind that was too blind to see the danger that was hidden above the clouds, but which the thunder spoke of. We had become the perfect replicas of that donkey until Ross' discovery. And that had happened a year ago. It started like a dream then.
It might also have been in part Fred's own inability to respond to our dilemma of living like replicas of that donkey, which may have caused Fred to stay away from us for those past years. Now Ross' discovery appeared to have given him an inspiration, the kind of inspiration that sometimes comes with the Christmas season.
Fred arrived unexpected that Christmas, almost as if he aimed to revive the old tradition. He had always arrived unexpected in the past, often for a brief visit between Christmas and New Year. That's how he arrived again that day. He simply showed up one blustery morning, casually with a cheerful, "Merry Christmas," flowing from his lips, as if the intervening years had been simply erased. We had all come together that day at Ross' place, Tony, Sylvia, and I. Heather had invited us over. Our getting together for Christmas had been one of the few traditions that we had maintained, which Heather had encouraged us to keep alive, perhaps in the hope that we would somehow get out of our rut and revive what had become dormant. Fred arrived at Ross' door that very day carrying a bag of small presents, just as he had always done. He acted as if nothing had changed, and in the same manner, Heather greeted him with a kiss.
"Wow!" said Fred with a smile. "Something HAS changed."
I couldn't help wondering if Ross had something to do with Fred's visit. I knew that he had been talking with him about his research and my involvement with it. But did he also tell him about the New World that had emerged on the horizon as the result of his discoveries? Or did Fred come to us on a hunch, or merely in another attempt to search for an answer to this puzzle that we had become for him. If so, Christmas did provide a perfect opportunity.
Whatever his reasons were, Fred didn't mention them, but he did speak to Ross at length, or rather Ross commandeered his attention. It started with a simple question by Fred. "How big is big?" Fred asked.
"How extensive is your knowledge of History?" Ross asked Fred in return. The question must have seemed like an insult since Fred was the champion among us in this field. Ross asked the question, but he continued as if he didn't expect an answer. Ross did most of the talking.
It certainly was good to have Fred with us again. Ross had motioned Fred to make himself comfortable in his 'traditional' reclining chair by the fireplace, the one facing the window and the sea. Fred smiled at the gesture, though obviously, he hadn't come to visit us to look at the sea. He was looking at Ross.
"When did the Civil War end?" asked Ross.
"It ended in April 1865," answered Fred. "Every American patriot knows that. General Lee surrendered in early April, which ended a four-years-wave of killing that claimed 600,000 lives."
"No," said Ross. "The end of the Civil War ended a wave of killing that began in 1508. There had been no peace in the world since the Renaissance powers tried to eradicate the Venetian Empire when they formed the League of Cambrai. The Venetian Empire started a century of religious wars in response to its near defeat. That was the Venetian's only option for crushing the Renaissance. Out of this madness erupted the infamous Thirty Years War in which half of Europe was butchered. While the Treaty of Westphalia stopped the killing spree in 1648, a new wave of killing was quickly developed in the background, almost imperceptibly, as the Venetian Empire transplanted itself into Northern Europe, especially into England. The Venetian beast-men ideology began to be brought to the foreground in northern Europe. This new sweep superceded the inhumanity that had already been seen to some degree during the Thirty Years War that some say had been the worst period of military atrocities prior to the Twentieth Century. The Thirty Years War might be called the beginning of the fascist wave; the beast-men wave; the wave of 'synarchism' as the French called it; the wave of the synarchist wars."
Ross pointed out that the beast-men ideology, which grew out of the background of the Venetian orchestrated religious warfare, became developed further into a subtle force to crush the new Westphalian Renaissance. "The inhumanity of this ideology," said Ross, "was typified by all the countless acts of horror that the Spanish Inquisition takes credit for that apparently has been way more inhuman than all the horrors of the Thirty Years War combined. The Spanish Inquisition is said to have become a wave of terror, torture, and judicial murder that lasted for over 150 years. It created a pattern for still worse things to come.
"Long before the Inquisition insanity ended," said Ross, "which had torn to shreds the divine image of humanity, the beast-men ideology had been intensified into a new wave to terror on behalf of the British East India Company that had become the world's first private world-empire, the British Empire. Out of this synarchist buildup arose the Jacobin terror operations in France. Since the French intellectual elite of the Westphalia era had greatly contributed to America's independence movement, the French Revolution was quietly setup by British agents to open the door to the Jacobin killing spree that systematically eliminated France's intellectual elite. Napoleon Bonaparte later carried the terror operation forward across all of Europe, with the same murderous intent and effect. Napoleon Bonaparte was succeeded by Napoleon III, a hired British imperial agent who took over the reign and became the first modern ruling fascist in Europe. In the background to the unfolding European tragedy the American Civil War was unleashed by the British imperial forces to crush the American Union once and for all in order to reestablish the British colonial rule over America.
"However, Fred, that entire train of horrors ended in 1865," said Ross. "Even the Spanish Inquisition had ended a few years before. And that my friend is, what I would call big. Something big was moving. Nothing in historic terms is bigger than this abrupt end of more than three-hundred years of this relentless butchering of human beings."
Fred nodded slightly.
Ross asked Fred which historic atrocity he could think of, on the same kind of scale, which had erupted after the end of the Civil War in America.
"This would be World War I. The war starting in 1914," Fred answered. Then he began to grin. "Actually something worse happened a year earlier when the Federal Reserve Act passed in the U.S. Congress that took away our nation's currency and made it the private property of the private empire. It made our national bank a private central bank. What our founding fathers created for the development of our nation was given away as an instrument for private profit. America has never recovered from that defeat. The effect may have been worse than World War I, because it is still continuing. It is precisely this private empire that our nation has been financing to become a colossus, which is wrecking the world today."
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