FROM Khazaria to TODAYS CENTRAL BANKERS

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Prologue: The Fall (969 CE)

The Khazar Khaganate, a sprawling trade empire across the windswept steppe of present-day southern Russia and eastern Ukraine, stands as a colossus by 969 CE, its veins of commerce pulsing through the grand city of Atil on the Volga River (present-day Russia, near Astrakhan). Its origins stretch back to around 650 CE, born from the collapse of the Western Turkic Khaganate, a vast nomadic dominion undone by Tang China’s relentless campaigns in the east. The Khazars, a Turkic people (predecessors to modern Tatars), seized the Pontic-Caspian steppe, forging a khaganate that unfurled from Crimea’s rocky cliffs, where the Black Sea crashes against jagged stone, to the Caucasus’ rugged peaks (present-day Georgia and southern Russia), where snow dusts pine-laden valleys. Atil emerged as their beating heart, a bustling hub of mud-brick walls and wooden spires, its markets alive with the clatter of oxcarts, the shouts of traders bartering furs from northern forests, silks from distant Chang’an (present-day Xi’an, China), and silver dirhams from Baghdad’s mints. Beyond Atil, fortresses like Sarkel (near present-day Rostov-on-Don, Russia) on the Don River (present-day Russia) stood sentinel over trade routes, their white-stone ramparts bristling with archers in leather lamellar, while smaller outposts dotted the Silk Road’s western edge, taxing caravans laden with jade and spices under a sky streaked with dust-laden winds.

For over three centuries, the Khazars held commerce in an iron grip. The Volga route channeled furs and amber south to Baghdad, silver flowing back in glittering streams. The Don River linked to the Black Sea, where Khazar galleys with curved prows ferried goods to Byzantine ports, their sails snapping in the salty breeze. Overland trails tied to the Silk Road brought eastern riches, cinnamon from Ceylon (present-day Sri Lanka), porcelain from Cathay, under the khagan’s tolls, enforced by horse-mounted taxmen with stern gazes. They exacted tribute from neighbors: the Rus’ (predecessors to modern Russians) along the Dnieper (present-day Ukraine) hauled sable pelts and slaves in chains from their wooden longhouses; Volga Bulgars (predecessors to modern Tatars) paid silver from timber towns along the river’s bends; Alans (predecessors to modern Ossetians) in the Caucasus mountains grudgingly offered horses and gold from raided foes, their felt tents quivering with resentment. Byzantium forged alliances against Arab incursions, Ardabil fell in 737 CE under joint banners, while the Umayyad and Abbasid Caliphates clashed in wars (642–799 CE), their scimitars staining the mountain passes red. Atil’s wealth dazzled: gold torcs adorned noble necks in halls draped with woven tapestries, gem-encrusted swords hung beside hearths, and silver coins stacked high in cavernous warehouses, the air heavy with the scent of spice and leather from far-off lands.

Beneath this opulence lurked a sinister secret: satanic rituals, whispered tales of blood rites in shadowed tents and hidden cellars, offerings to dark forces for power and favor. Neighbors, Rus’ chieftains bundled in furs, Byzantine priests in black robes, Caliphate envoys in flowing white, muttered of these horrors, their unease festering alongside Khazar trade dominance. By 740–860 CE, the pressure grew unbearable: the Rus’ demanded relief from tribute, Byzantium pressed for Christian allegiance, and the Caliphate urged Islam’s embrace. The elites, led by a khagan like Bulan, adopted Judaism, a calculated mask, not a faith, to sidestep these demands, as boasted in the Khazar Correspondence (circa 950s) from Joseph to Hasdai ibn Shaprut, penned across dusty caravan trails to Spain. Yet the dark rites persisted in secret, blood staining altars beneath the public façade, a grim bond among the ruling clan as they plotted their dominion in torchlit gatherings.

The Rus’ struck repeatedly before 969, raids in the 940s bloodied Sarkel’s walls, skirmishes along the Dnieper’s muddy banks weakened outposts, each assault a hammer blow to Khazar might. By 965, whispers of a final campaign reached the elites through spies, Varangian traders in longboats, their tales carried on the chill wind, warning of Sviatoslav, a fierce prince with a braided mane and a hunger for conquest. In Atil’s dimly lit council hall, 15 elites gathered, their cloaks heavy with gold dust from the markets, their faces taut with urgency. Amid the clink of silver coins and the rustle of silk sacks, they schemed an escape to preserve their wealth and power, plotting to split into three clans: Crimea for its sea routes, the Caucasus for its mountain strongholds, Constantinople for its trade hub.

They gathered their riches, gold torcs, gemmed blades, silver dirhams, in leather pouches, planning to burn their past and vanish. As Sviatoslav’s forces closed in 969, fires roared through Atil, set by the elites’ own hands, consuming trade ledgers, ritual scrolls, and chronicles of Bulshar and Tarkhan. The final khagan and bek remain unknown, their names lost to the flames, a deliberate erasure leaving only foreign scraps: Ibn Rustah’s notes from Baghdad’s quiet libraries, the Russian Primary Chronicle’s terse lines from Kyiv’s dim scriptoria (present-day Ukraine). With Rus’ blades glinting at their heels, the elites slipped away under a moonless sky, Crimea’s cliffs, the Caucasus’ peaks, Constantinople’s gilded streets, vowing revenge and a thousand-year rise, their gold clutched tight, their history a smoldering void.

Chapter 1: 10th Century (969–1000) – The Scattering

In Crimea’s windswept caves, where the Black Sea’s waves crash against jagged cliffs, Yitzhak ben Tauris (Astor seed), a wiry figure in a cloak frayed by salt spray, schemes with Pechenegs (predecessors to modern Turkic groups). He trades gold coins, Khazar-stamped with Hebrew, forged in Atil’s dying mint, bribing their chieftains in hide tents smoky with dung fires to kill Sviatoslav. In 972, Sviatoslav, laden with Bulgarian spoils, silver chalices looted from Preslav’s churches, sails up the Dnieper (present-day Ukraine). At the rapids near modern Dnipro, a wild stretch of churning water, Pechenegs strike, axes hack through his chainmail, swords slash his limbs under a blood-red sky, his skull crafted into Khan Kurya’s gilded cup. 

Yitzhak coordinates fur trades with local Rus’, meeting in smoky wooden huts to secure deals over bowls of sour mead, and marries a fisherman’s daughter, her hands rough from hauling nets, to bind allies. In the cave’s flickering torchlight, he burns Khazar scrolls, erasing their blood rituals, the ashes swirling into the sea breeze as he plots with his clan during these dark rites, their chants a grim pact for vengeance and power.

In the Caucasus’ rugged valleys (present-day Georgia and southern Russia), Kara Beg(Rockefeller seed), tall in a sheepskin cloak that brushes the pine-strewn ground, bribes Alan chieftains (predecessors to modern Ossetians) with gold torcs in their stone-walled villages. He schemes through tribute, silver hacked from mountain mines, stashing it in clay jars beneath a hut’s floor, coordinating with traders in torchlit talks over roasted meat to grow his hoard. He torches records of Bulshar and Tarkhan over crackling fires, the smoke rising into a starry sky as he maps out wealth-building plans with his kin. In Constantinople’s spice-heavy markets, where the Bosporus glints under torchlight, Ioannes Khazaris(Rothschild seed), sharp-nosed in a purple tunic, trades silk bolts, slipping silver coins to scribes in cramped scriptoria to scrub Khazar tales from vellum. He marries a merchant’s sister, her dark eyes sharp with cunning, cementing ties to Byzantine trade networks, his deals sealed over spiced wine in bustling port taverns, plotting routes and bribes amid the city’s din.

They trade, Crimea’s furs from Rus’ forests (present-day Russia and Ukraine), Caucasus silver, Constantinople’s silk, building hidden vaults: cave caches sealed with stone, mountain crevices stuffed with jars, cellars beneath market floors. Satanic rituals in these secret lairs, blood spilled on altars masked as trade meets, serve as grim councils, their whispers plotting revenge and expansion under the flicker of torchlight. By 1000, their gold reserves swell, Khazar history a vanished whisper beneath a sky streaked with dawn’s first glow.

Chapter 2: 11th Century (1000–1100) – The Footholds

Ioannes Porphyros(Rothschild) in Constantinople, his silver-streaked beard brushing a purple robe, lends gold to ship captains amid the Golden Horn’s clamor, coins clinking in leather sacks as gulls wheel overhead. He plants his sons as Church scribes, their quills erasing Khazar sins from vellum in the Hagia Sophia’s dim scriptoria, while he coordinates with Byzantine lords in smoky taverns, wine cups clattering on wooden tables, to lock in trade influence, building wealth through loan interest and whispered deals. In Kiev (present-day Kyiv, Ukraine), Isaac Kiovis (Astor), hawk-faced in a patched cloak, exploits Rus’ chaos, Sviatoslav’s sons feud in 977, swords ringing through pine forests, to trade furs. He bribes boyars with silver in their log halls, the air thick with mead and smoke, and marries Olga, her flaxen hair gleaming in firelight, to sway them, hoarding gold in a hidden cellar beneath a wooden floor, scheming to dominate local markets through these alliances.

Giorgi Tarkhan (Rockefeller) in Tbilisi, broad-shouldered in a blue kaftan, funds King Bagrat IV (reign starts 1027) with gold slipped in clay jars under a church’s stone floor, securing loyalty against Seljuk raids as arrows fly over the Kura River’s banks. He coordinates with merchants in vineyard-shaded talks, grapes crushed underfoot, to stash silver from Caucasus mines, his wealth growing in secret vaults. Ibn al-Dawud(DuPont) in Baghdad, lean in a crimson sash, trades silk bolts in dusty souks, bribing viziers with dirhams in quiet courtyard meetings under palm shadows, aiming to control Caliphate trade routes with a network of gold-fueled pacts, his profits piling in a mud-brick vault near the Tigris (present-day Iraq).

They convene yearly in Baghdad’s ancient tombs, where satanic rituals, dark rites with blood pooling on cracked stone, double as councils, planning wealth shifts through loans to shippers and bribes to nobles, the air heavy with incense as their network expands. By 1100, their influence stretches across trade hubs, gold and power mounting under a sky darkened by ambition’s smoke.

Chapter 3: 12th Century (1100–1200) – Roots Take Hold

Nikolaos Porphyros(Rothschild) in Constantinople, his gold chain glinting on a purple tunic, finances the First Crusade (1096), lending gold to knights in chainmail under the city’s towering walls, coins stacked in leather chests. He coordinates with scribes in candlelit scriptoria, quills scratching away Khazar sins, and schemes with Byzantine lords in harbor taverns, their wine cups raised to deals that pocket looted gold from Antioch (1098), swelling his coffers with each bloody haul. Ivan Astorovich (Astor) in Novgorod (present-day Russia), his braided beard brushing a wolfskin cloak, trades furs north to Varangians (predecessors to modern Scandinavians), marrying Maria, a boyar’s stern daughter with piercing eyes, to lock in alliances. He bribes elites with silver in their wooden halls lit by roaring fires, controlling trade routes along the Volkhov River’s icy banks, his wealth stacking in a frost-rimmed vault beneath a kremlin tower.

Dawud ibn Yusuf (DuPont) in Cordoba, wiry in a white robe threaded with silver, lends gold to Islamic lords during the Reconquista, Toledo’s fall in 1085 echoes with steel, bribing viziers in tiled courtyard talks under a blazing sun to secure silk routes, his profits growing in a chest carved with Moorish runes. Rocco della Pietra (Rockefeller) in Venice, stocky in a green doublet, backs crusade ships, galleys creaking with loot, coordinating with guilds in smoky canal-side rooms lit by oil lamps, dominating trade as gold from 1099 hauls piles in a palazzo cellar near the Grand Canal. Colino Genovese (Collins) in Genoa, lean in a weathered tunic patched with sailcloth, trades plunder from Acre and Damascus, bribing captains with silver in harbor talks under the Ligurian Sea’s salty breeze, building a shipping empire with profits stashed in a stone vault near the docks.

In Venice’s misty lagoon isles, they gather for blood rituals, altars stained red under torchlight, scheming to exploit crusade wealth (1096–1149), using these dark rites as a grim council to plot trade monopolies and bribe networks, knives glinting as plans take shape. By 1200, their influence roots deep across continents, Khazar past a ghost under a sky heavy with the smoke of sacked cities.

Chapter 4: 13th Century (1200–1300) – Chaos Leverage

Ivan Novgorodets (Astor) in Novgorod (present-day Russia), grizzled in a russet kaftan, lends silver to Mongol vassals (predecessors to modern Mongols) after their 1240 Kyiv raid (present-day Ukraine), coordinating with boyars in kremlin halls, mead cups clinking, to back Vladimir’s rise (present-day Russia). He trades furs along the Volkhov River (present-day Russia), hoarding gold in a wooden vault beneath a snow-draped tower, his deals sealed over mead. Yusuf al-Qahir(DuPont) in Cairo, tall in an indigo turban, bribes Mamluks post-1250 coup with dirhams in citadel talks under limestone arches, scheming with Venetian merchants in Nile-side rooms, the river’s muddy waters lapping, to control trade, his profits piling in a chest carved with desert runes. Rocco Veneto (Rockefeller) in Venice, broad in a crimson doublet, funds the Fourth Crusade (1204 Constantinople sack), coordinating with popes via gold-stuffed letters in palazzo rooms overlooking the Grand Canal, profiting from looted Byzantine riches stacked in canal-side vaults beneath flickering lamplight.

Colino di Mare (Collins) in Genoa, weathered in a salt-crusted tunic, trades crusade spoils, gold from Acre, relics from Damascus, bribing crews with silver in harbor talks under a Ligurian moon, securing shipping dominance with profits stashed in a stone cellar near creaking docks. Rosso Fiorentino(Russell) in Florence, lean in a red cape, learns Templar banking pre-1312 fall, Philippe IV’s knights burn in Paris squares, scheming with lenders in Arno-side rooms lit by candle glow to master loans, building wealth through interest, his ledgers hidden in a palazzo nook beneath frescoed walls. In Cairo’s desert pits beyond the Citadel’s bustle, they hold satanic rituals, blood rites under a crescent moon, plotting to exploit Mongol chaos and crusade gains, their whispered plans for trade dominance and gold hoarding blending with the incense-heavy air as knives flash. By 1300, their wealth is a weapon, their network a shadow across a fractured world.

Chapter 5: 14th Century (1300–1400) – Bases Solidify

Jan Polonus (Astor) in Poland, stout in a brown cloak that brushes the frost-dusted ground, trades with the Golden Horde (present-day Russia), bribing nobles with zlotys in Wawel Castle’s stone halls, torchlight flickering on tapestries, to control eastern routes as Casimir III rises (1330s), his gold piling in a vault carved beneath Krakow’s cobbled streets. Yusuf al-Misri (DuPont) in Cairo, gaunt in a saffron robe faded by desert sun, bribes Mamluks against Mongol raids, coordinating with merchants in citadel backrooms under minaret shadows, the Nile’s waters lapping nearby, to hoard trade profits, his dirhams stacking in a carved chest etched with ancient glyphs. Rocco di Pietra (Rockefeller) in Florence, burly in a black doublet, lends to kings, Edward III defaults in 1340 amid Hundred Years’ War chaos, scheming with Church donors in cathedral naves over clinking florins, profiting from war loans as his gold grows in a stone vault near the Duomo’s rising dome.

Colino Milanese (Collins) in Milan, wiry in a scarred tunic patched with wool, trades with Genoa, bribing captains in tavern corners, the air thick with wine and smoke, to lock in routes, his wealth piling in a castle cellar beneath Visconti banners. Reuben Rothe (Rothschild) in Frankfurt, lean in a gray cloak stained with ink, lends to German lords, coordinating with Jewish traders in ghetto alleys lit by candle glow, building a silver stash for banking schemes in a cramped vault under sagging roofs. They exploit the Black Death (1348), lending to ravaged elites in Florence’s corpse-strewn streets and Poland’s rotting fields, gathering in Polish woods for dark rites, blood rituals under oak canopies serving as grim conclaves to plot their recovery schemes, their knives carving plans as much as offerings. By 1400, their bases solidify across a Europe shadowed by plague smoke, wealth a sharp tool honed in secret councils.

Chapter 6: 15th Century (1400–1500) – Dynasties Rise

Jan Pražský (Astor) in Prague, broad in a crimson cloak that sweeps the cobblestones, lends gold to Habsburgs, bribing lords in stone keeps during Hussite wars (1419), rebels’ flails clash in Bohemian hills, coordinating trade deals in smoky halls over zloty-stuffed sacks, his reserves growing in a vault beneath Charles Bridge’s shadow. Yusuf al-Dawudi(DuPont) in Cairo, stooped in a faded turban, bribes Mamluks against Ottoman raids (1450s), scheming with merchants in bazaar backrooms, the air thick with cumin, to hoard dirhams, his wealth piling in a citadel chest under torchlight. Rocco Rocchetti (Rockefeller) in Milan, thickset in a green doublet, funds Sforza’s 1450 coup, coordinating with mercenaries in castle talks lit by oil lamps, building gold reserves in a stone vault near the Visconti’s iron gates.

Mayer Rothe (Rothschild) in Frankfurt, wiry in an inked cloak, lends to princes, scheming with traders in synagogue meetings, candlelight flickering over Hebrew scrolls, amassing silver in a ghetto cellar beneath rain-soaked roofs. Konrad von Wien (Kennedy) in Vienna, tall in a blue cape, bribes nobles during Maximilian I’s 1490s wars, Swiss pikes clash in Swabian hills, coordinating influence in Habsburg courts under chandelier glow, his riches growing in a Danube-side vault. Bernard de Paris (Bundy) in Paris, lean in a patched tunic, trades quietly, bribing guilds in tavern corners near Notre-Dame’s towers, the Seine lapping softly, securing sous in a riverfront stash. In Prague’s dank crypts, they hold satanic rituals, dark rites with blood pooling on stone, plotting to dodge the Inquisition (1480s) and control the printing press (1440), bribing Mainz printers with silver to erase Khazar traces, their schemes whispered amid the chants. By 1500, dynasties rise across a Europe of spires and smoke, their power a coiled spring.

Chapter 7: 16th–17th Centuries (1500–1700) – Web Spans

Johann Astorius (Astor) in Prague, stout in a russet doublet, funds Habsburgs against Ottomans (1529 Vienna siege), bribing nobles in castle halls with zlotys, torchlight glinting on armor, coordinating trade to grow wealth in vaulted cellars beneath Gothic spires. Konrad Kennedich(Kennedy) in Vienna, wiry in a silver-threaded cape, coordinates Thirty Years’ War (1618–1648) loans in smoky rooms, Magdeburg burns in 1631, funding both Protestant and Catholic sides with gold, amassing riches in Hofburg vaults under a sky of war smoke. Davut Pontus (DuPont) in Istanbul, lean in a crimson kaftan, trades during Ottoman conquests (1521 Belgrade), bribing janissaries in palace talks under domed roofs, the Bosporus shimmering, hoarding dirhams in a Topkapi chest, his deals sealed with clinking coins.

Roeland van Steen(Rockefeller) in Amsterdam, broad in a green coat, funds Dutch wars (1581 Breda) with East India Company deals in canal-side rooms, the air sharp with salt, building shipping wealth in a gabled attic vault. Mayer Rothschild in London and Frankfurt, sharp in an inked cloak, lends post-1588 Armada, coordinating with merchants in Cheapside taverns and ghetto alleys over tankards and ledgers, growing rich on florins and groschen. Freek van Brussel(Freeman) in Brussels, lean in a blue cap, trades Flemish cloth, bribing captains in market talks under cathedral spires, the air thick with wool dust, securing wealth in a cobblestone vault. João Onassis (Onassis) in Lisbon, weathered in a salt-stained tunic, trades Brazilian gold, scheming with explorers in dockside rooms, the Tagus glinting, piling riches in a riverfront cellar. In London’s dank crypts beneath St. Martin’s, blood rituals serve as grim councils, plotting war profits, Thirty Years’ War gold, and Freemasonry (1717) control, shaping Edinburgh lodges with gold and oaths, their knives carving plans under oak rafters. Salem Witch Trials (1692) mask my rites with hysteria, gallows creak in Massachusetts’ chill. By 1700, my web spans continents, a tapestry of gold and power under a sky of cannon smoke.

Chapter 8: 18th Century (1700–1800) – Power Seizes

Nathan Rothschild in London, sharp-eyed in a silk coat, seeds the Bank of England (1694), funding American (1776) and French (1789) revolutions with loans coordinated in smoky bank parlors, coins clink as redcoats fall at Yorktown, piling gold in Lombard vaults. Roland Roche (Rockefeller) in Paris, broad in an indigo cloak, funds revolutionary chaos, Bastille mobs roar in 1789, scheming with merchants in café backrooms over clinking livres, growing wealth as guillotines rise. Karl Kennedich (Kennedy) in Vienna, tall in a brocade jacket, bribes Habsburgs during wars (1740–1748) in palace talks, the air thick with wax, coordinating influence, amassing gold in Hofburg cellars.

John Jacob Astor in New York, wiry in a buckskin coat, trades furs during 1776 war, bribing both sides in dockside taverns under lantern glow, muskets echo at Bunker Hill, building wealth in a Hudson vault. Pierre DuPont in Philadelphia, lean in a patched waistcoat, funds rebels (1776), scheming with traders in smoky corners, cannons boom at Brandywine, securing gold in a cellar near Independence Hall. Colin Collinsin Boston, wiry in a patched coat, trades tea (1773), bribing ward bosses in pub backrooms, the harbor brown with dumped crates, gaining power with shillings stashed in a wharf vault. Bernard Bundé(Bundy) in Paris, lean in a silk cravat, funds guillotine backers, coordinating with agitators in revolutionary dens, blood stains the cobblestones, locking in leverage with sous in a Seine-side chest. In New York’s wooded Hudson groves, satanic rituals, dark rites under pine shadows, plan Illuminati (1776) control, pushing one-world ideals in Bavaria’s cellars, their gold and oaths forging a new order. By 1800, I dominate finance, power surging under a sky of revolutionary smoke.

Chapter 9: 19th Century (1800–1900) – System Falls

Nathan Mayer Rothschild in London, sharp in a velvet tailcoat, funds Napoleonic Wars (1803–1815), coordinating loans post-Waterloo (1815) in bank parlors thick with cigar smoke, Wellington’s redcoats triumph, amassing millions in Lombard vaults. He schemes with Frankfurt kin to control European finance, bribing lords in backroom talks to shape trade laws, manipulates early papers like The Times with planted stories, and funds medical schools to favor his allies, his gold a sharp blade. John D. Rockefeller in New York, gaunt in a black suit, builds Standard Oil (1870), coordinating with rail barons in Wall Street rooms, oil rigs hum in Pennsylvania, crushing rivals with bribes to lawmakers, his profits dominating markets. William Backhouse Astor, wiry in a fur-collared coat, turns fur into real estate, bribing city officials for land deals in smoky taverns, Battery Park’s wharves bustle, his riches swelling in cellars, funding papers to sway opinion and schools to mold young minds.

Éleuthère Irénée DuPontin Philadelphia, lean in a frock coat, funds Civil War (1861–1865), coordinating arms sales with war boards in factory offices, Gettysburg’s fields bleed in 1863, his gunpowder profits stacking in Brandywine vaults, bribing senators to prolong war and shape gun laws. With Nathan, he pushes the Organic Act of 1871, turning Washington, D.C., into a corporation to repay war debts via European loans, Lincoln signs in 1865, a bullet in his skull at Ford’s Theatre ending his push for U.S.-printed money, my clans’ work. Patrick Kennedy and Edward Collins in Boston, wiry in patched jackets, trade liquor and shipping (1849), bribing ward bosses in smoky pubs, Irish votes swing, securing political clout; Kennedy funds campaigns, Collins rigs shipping laws via port talks, their gold growing in Charles River cellars. Henri Bundy in Paris, lean in a silk cravat, trades during Franco-Prussian War (1870), scheming with elites in café talks, Sedan’s cannons roar, gaining influence as Paris starves in 1871, his sous piling in a Seine vault. Richard Reynolds in Virginia, wiry in a linen suit, builds tobacco post-1865, coordinating with planters in plantation sheds, Appomattox’s surrender echoes, his wealth stacking in Richmond cellars, bribing lawmakers for trade favors. Li Wei in Chicago, slim in a silk robe, trades opium and steel (1871), scheming with rail barons in stockyard offices, rails stretch west, his gold growing in a Loop vault. Aristotle Onassis in California, weathered in a sailor’s cap, trades post-1849 Gold Rush, coordinating with shippers in wharf talks, Sierra streams glitter, building wealth in a bay-side cellar.

In Virginia’s plantation cellars, earthen walls damp with sweat, they hold satanic rituals, blood rites doubling as councils to plan Hellfire Club (1840s) secrecy in London caves, masked elites whisper Illuminati goals, and Freemasonry’s spread, pushing one-world ideals in lodge talks amid cigar smoke, their schemes shaping wars, media narratives via early presses, and education with gold to bend minds, Garfield’s 1881 assassination (shot for opposing bankers) my warning stroke. By 1900, I control industry, trade, and influence under a sky of factory smoke.

Chapter 10: 20th Century (1900–2000) – Dominion Achieved

John D. Rockefeller Jr., Vincent Astor, and Russell heirs in New York, gaunt in pinstripe suits, fund the Federal Reserve (1913), coordinating with bankers in Wall Street offices, the air thick with cigar smoke, dominating finance with oil and real estate profits. In 1910, they meet secretly at Jekyll Island, Georgia’s fog-shrouded retreat, plotting the Fed with Nathan’s kin and J.P. Morgan, bribing Senator Aldrich to push it through, chaining the U.S. to private debt; the IRS follows, taxing citizens to repay my loans, sealed by the shaky 16th Amendment (1913), forged votes override the Constitution’s ban on direct taxes, my clans’ gold silencing dissent. Lionel Rothschild in London, stern in a morning coat, funds WWI (1914–1918), scheming with allies in bank parlors, Verdun’s trenches bleed, profiting from loans to both sides, manipulating The Times to push war fervor; McGeorge Bundyin New York, lean in tweed, shapes Cold War (1947–1991), coordinating in D.C. backrooms, Korea’s 1950 hills, Vietnam’s 1965 jungles, funding wars via media spin on NBC, bribing Pentagon brass with gold, his influence a quiet blade. Joseph P. Kennedyand Ralph Collins in Boston, wiry in fedoras, fund political machines (1960s), bribing insiders in smoky bars, Kennedy’s liquor gold buys votes, Collins rigs shipping laws, securing power; JFK falls in 1963 Dallas, my clans’ sniper in Dealey Plaza silencing his push for U.S.-printed money, McKinley’s 1901 assassination (shot for opposing bankers) echoes here.

Pierre S. DuPont in Philadelphia, stern in a gray suit, arms WWII (1939–1945), coordinating with war boards, Normandy’s 1944 carnage my harvest, pushing medical shifts with wartime chemicals via AMA deals, his wealth piling in Brandywine vaults; he funds pharma monopolies, sidelining natural cures via FDA bribes. R.J. Reynolds and Li Ka-Shing in Chicago, wiry in suits, fund tobacco and trade, scheming with industrialists in Loop boardrooms, Reynolds bribes for cigarette ads on radio, Li manipulates steel markets, growing rich as troops puff Camels in foxholes, their ads shaping public health lies. Aristotle Onassis in California, weathered in a captain’s coat, ships WWII cargo, coordinating with navy in port talks, tankers dodge U-boats, profiting big, bribing officials for contracts under San Francisco Bay’s fog. James Freeman in Texas, broad in a Stetson, funds oil for Cold War jets, bribing politicos in Houston bars, Korean War (1950) fuel spikes his take, building wealth in derrick-shadowed cellars. Hans Van Duyn in Zurich, lean in a tailored suit, hides WWII gold, scheming with bankers in discreet parlors, Nazi loot stacks high, securing dominance, pushing Swiss banking laws for secrecy. They manipulate medicine, Rockefeller’s 1910 Flexner Report kills holistic care, funds pharma via Johns Hopkins, education via grants molds minds, wars (WWI, WWII) via loans to both sides, McKinley’s death my mark, politics via bribes, media via Hearst and CBS lies; Jackson survives an 1835 attempt for defying banks.

Bohemian Grove’s redwood rites (1919), blood rituals in torchlit cabins, plan CFR (1921) for policy, UN (1945) for unity, Bilderberg (1954) for elite consensus, Trilateral (1973) for economic grip, pushing one-world goals under a stone owl, their schemes whispered amid chants. Golden Dawn (1888) masks my rites, Satanic Panic (1980s) twists them, TV preachers my shield. By 2000, I rule finance, policy, medicine, and media under a sky of war smoke and neon.

Chapter 11: 21st Century (2000–March 3, 2025) – Throne Secured

Jacob Rothschild in London, stern in a tailored coat, David Rockefeller’s heirs, Vincent Astor’s kin, and Russell heirs in New York, sharp in pinstripes, fund 9/11 (2001) and 2008 crash, coordinating with bankers in skyscraper suites, Rothschild rigs war loans for Iraq (2003), Rockefeller crashes markets via Goldman Sachs, Astor buys CNN silence, profiting from chaos and bailouts, their gold piling in vaults from London’s fog to Manhattan’s steel canyons; they push medical patents via pharma bribes, manipulate education with grants, and control media via Fox and MSNBC spin. Caroline Kennedy and Susan Collins in Boston, poised in navy suits, sway politics (2025), bribing D.C. insiders with campaign gold, Kennedy funds dynastic runs, Collins rigs votes via Senate talks, securing power amid Hyannis Port’s salt-laden air, shaping electoral laws with Fed-backed cash. John DuPont’s heirs in Philadelphia shift to tech, scheming with firms in lab backrooms, chemical patents fund biotech, push FDA drug monopolies via lobbying, growing wealth in steel-lined vaults.

Reynolds family and Richard Li in Chicago, sharp in suits, fund energy and finance, coordinating with tycoons in Loop offices, Reynolds pushes tobacco ads on TV, Li manipulates crypto via backroom deals, dominating markets under Lake Michigan’s icy wind, their media buys burying health dissent. Christina Onassis’s heirs in California push tech, scheming with Silicon Valley execs in glass-walled boardrooms, shipping wealth seeds AI, funds Google’s rise via DARPA ties, piling riches in bay-side vaults. Morgan Freeman (symbolic) and Richard Li in Texas fund oil post-2022 Ukraine war, Kyiv burns, bribing Houston politicos for contracts, profiting as prices soar with Fed loans, their wealth in derrick-shadowed cellars. Van Duyn lineage in Zurich, sleek in suits, hides wealth, coordinating with bankers in discreet suites, crypto shields their gold, manipulates Swiss laws via bribes, locking dominance, funding WEF’s tech push. They rig wars, Iraq (2003), Ukraine (2022), funding both via oil and arms, shape media (Fox spins, CNN buries), control medicine (Pfizer’s 2020 vaccine rush via FDA bribes, WHO edicts), education (grants skew STEM), politics (2020 election meddling via Fed cash), forming WEF (1971) for “Great Reset” (2021) economic control, UN for laws, WHO for health edicts, lockdowns my design, pushing one-world rule.

Epstein Island’s palm-shaded rites (2000s), blood rituals in hidden villas, plan this control, their schemes whispered amid chants as knives flash, Pizzagate (2016) leaks buried by X floods I unleash, 9/11 and Ukraine profits soaring under a sky of drones and war smoke, Lincoln’s ghost (1865) and Garfield’s (1881) linger as warnings to money printers. By March 3, 2025, I rule banking, tech, policy, medicine, and media, my clans supreme.

Epilogue: The Undiscovered Link

March 3, 2025: My clans reign, Rothschild to Van Duyn in finance, Onassis to Li in tech, Kennedy to Bundy in power. Dark rites echo from Crimea’s caves, Bulsharerased, my triumph. Historians see chaos; I see victory. Khazaria’s shadow rules, unseen, eternal.