THE ELEVENTH MARBLE

http://whatreallyhappened.com/WRHARTICLES/11thmarble.php by Michael Rivero

Any five-year old child knows that if you put ten marbles into a tin can, you can only take ten marbles back out. No amount of wishful thinking, dreaming, or praying, will yield that eleventh marble from inside that can. That eleventh marble does not exist. It never did, and it never will. All discussions about the eleventh marble are the product of imagination. The eleventh marble is a fantasy.

Private central bankers issuing the public currency as interest-bearing loans operate on the belief that they can put ten marbles (dollars) into a tin can (the world) and magically get 11 marbles back out. Thus, we may conclude that the bankers are dumber than five-year old children! But unlike five-year old children, the bankers will take your home, your business, and your nation when they don't get that eleventh marble! The spoiled child may cry and throw a tantrum, but that will be the end of their upset. The spoiled banker, however, in his or her arrogant rage that they cannot have the eleventh marble their imagination says must still be in that tin can, may start a war before they will admit that eleventh marble was never really there. Economies are like tin cans. Before you can take a marble out, you must have put a marble in. Nobody can give you a marble that does not exist; yet this simple reality is lost to the priests of that fantastic religion called "economics" in that unholiest of temples called the Private Central Bank. Their religious doctrine seems to be that there must always be an eleventh marble inside the tin can, and that the tin can unfairly withholds that eleventh marble, indeed cheats them of their right to the eleventh marble, purely out of spite. That faith in the existence of the eleventh marble, unseen and improvable, is the article of faith the religion of banking rests on. It is far easier to burn the heretics than to question the dogma. Today we see the bankers, having already retrieved their ten marbles from the tin can, flogging the world for that missing eleventh marble. Greece does not have that eleventh marble, so they turn to Germany and ask, "Do you have an eleventh marble", and Germany replies, "Sorry, but the bankers already took the ten marbles they put in our tin can, and we are searching for an eleventh marble ourselves. Try the Americans." The Americans, of course, have only just surrendered the last of their ten marbles back to the bankers and are looking under seat cushions for that missing eleventh marble nobody seems able to find. But the eleventh marble will never be found. After all that mayhem brought down on the tin can there still will be no eleventh marble. It does not exist. It never did, and it never will. The problem with all modern reserve banking systems is that the moment the first bank note goes into circulation as the proceed of a loan at interest, more money is owed to the banks than actually exists. Ten marbles have been put into the tin can, but the bankers see 11 marbles owed back to them. Sooner or later the non-existence of that eleventh marble will create a crisis of faith. People will stop believing in the religion called private central banking, and that crisis of faith will bring the system crashing down, as did the Temple of Baal in ancient times when the Syrians saw through the priests' trickery. This evil magic of creating money out of debt was a fraud all along, as fraudulent and silly as the idea that one can put ten marbles into a tin can, and take out eleven. In ages to come economists will look back at this failed experiment in debt-based currency, and dump it into the same category of human folly as Tulip mania, The Nation of Poyais, Credit Mobilier, the Great South Seas Company, and Mortgage-Backed Securities.

Three card dealing stories, two by Levi Philos and the third by Franklin Sanders. 1. I don't know whether you are a poker player but I presume you have at least watched a game or two with a dealer who deals the cards and keeps order at the table. The dealer doesn't bring the value to the table, the players bring the value. In banking the banker is the dealer and he doesn't bring the value to the table - the people bring the value. Like the dealer, the banker helps the people recognize the rules and hold the players to the rules. The poker dealer pulls a small fee out of the pot. The banker is pulling 50% out of the pot; the banker has overhead with employees and plant, but is still keeping 20%. You should look at your potential

modifications of the money system as changing the rules such that the banker is forced to cut overhead just to stay in business and keep 5% of the pot for himself. 2. There is a poker game called "liar's poker." I am not real knowledgeable about this, but as I understand - a hand of cards is passed around the table where each player can keep as many cards as desired and/or exchange some from a "draw" stack. The exchanged cards are put in separate "discard" pile that is now out of play. The previous player has made a statement about the value of the hand, and the subsequent player did not challenge, so now the subsequent player must have a hand that is of slightly (or much) higher value. It really is a game of bluff and the player's ability at selling a lie. How to Play Liar's Poker http://www.ehow.com/how_2167149_play-liars-poker.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liar%27s_poker http://wizardofodds.com/liarspoker There is a book named after the game: Liar's Poker: Rising Through the Wreckage on Wall Street, by Michael Lewis. Anyway, this whole federal reserve (not federal, no reserve) is a con job where top economists and treasury agents are engaged in a complex game of liar's poker that involves thousands of players directly involved and all the rest of the people indirectly involved. The process of creating interest bearing hypothecated notes of debt involves a loan of ten (imaginary) marbles and a demand back of eleven (imaginary) marbles where the eleventh marble was never created. In The Parable of the Cards - (52 cards divided among 4 participants [13 each], but the bank demands interest in the form of 14 cards returned by each participant) This phenomena has also been called "the eleventh round" I must admit I personally got caught up in this part of the illusion for some years - while missing a larger part of the illusion. The marbles were stolen in the first place! They were stolen from you and me! The larger part of the illusion concerns the vesting of the seigniorage. By default, when the gold was taken from the people and placed in vaults, the federal reserve note became by default an instrument of credit. Everything you believe you own including your intellectual and physical labor became collateral, but there was no public account to offset the debt. If you do a search on the net for this phrase: "In commerce, truth is of the essence" you will discover a set of rules that are generally agreed upon - these rules are quite old and predate the formation of the US of A. The rules held true while differences of account were settled in specie money, but when specie money was withdrawn, the game of money converted to the game of "Liar's Poker Money." The specie money settlement was functioning as a reference standard and served as settlement of account differences - and also functioned as a performance bond.

In a theory of communication money this performance bond function must be restored; however, the medium of exchange function is separated from the store of value and these two preceding functions are separated from the measure of value.

Franklin Sanders, the Parable of the Cards (written in 2003): https://duckduckgo.com/?q=%22Franklin+Sanders%22+%22Parable+of+the+Cards%22

Now hear the parable of the cards.

It came to pass that five men, strangers all, took ship for a distant land. And whilst the ship was in the way, a fierce storm overtook it, and it sank, and all aboard drowned, save the five passengers, who swam to a desert island. And when they awoke, they traversed the whole island, and found fruit and game in abundance, but very little in the way of entertainment. Wherefore the first stranger, whose name was Everyman, said to his companions, Industry, Finance, and Government, Go to! Truly, we will die of boredom in this place long before starvation gets us. Let us therefore play a game of cards! And Industry and Finance and Government did smile on Everyman, and rejoiced at this pleasant suggestion. But then sadness overcame them, and their countenances darkened, and Industry said, "Alas, cards have we none." Now the fifth stranger, Banker, stood eavesdropping in the coolness of the shadows, and when Industry discovered they had no cards, Banker stepped forward, out of the shadows, and whispered, Let not my brothers be downcast, neither let them fret for want of cards. For behold, said he, pulling a deck of cards from his pocket, See, cards have I in abundance, and I will lend freely, upon execution of certain necessary mortgages, notes, and encumbrances upon all your real and personal property. And lo! The countenance of Everyman, Industry, Finance, and Government did brighten, and they rejoiced with one another, for they were simple men, and trusted themselves to Banker. For behold, said they, doth he not desire our good, and will he not freely lend us all things, even cards? Then Banker did lend Everyman, and Industry, and Finance, and Government thirteen cards apiece, but upon this condition, that Everyman and Industry and Government and Finance might borrow the cards for but one hour only, and at the hour's end each must return to Banker fourteen cards or forfeit. And in return for the thirteen cards they were lent, every player did execute certain necessary mortgages, notes, and encumbrances upon all their real and personal property. And Banker had them. And Banker knew it, but Everyman, and Industry, and Finance, and Government had not a clue. And lo, the hour did end, and Everyman had but ten cards, while Government, Industry, and Finance were possessed of fourteen apiece, and with great shew of sadness and brotherly commiseration Banker did dispossess Everyman, and foreclose upon him, and did take his duffle bag, and all his coconut shells, and his flip-flops, and all his clothing, until Everyman stood naked under the sun, as in the day he was born, without a card to his name, and verily, he was out of the game.

Yet were not Government, Industry, and Finance downcast by Everyman's loss, for in their haste to play cards, they forgot his need, and heeded not the warning of his downfall. So they clamored to Banker, Give us cards again, that we may play, and make merry, and while away our time in this desert place. And Banker came close, and said, Brothers, gladly will I lend again, only give me mortgages, notes, and encumbrances upon all your real and personal property. And they did execute the same. And Banker did lend seventeen cards to Industry, and to Finance, and to Government, demanding at the hour's end the return of eighteen cards apiece. And lo, they did play, and when the game was over, alas, Industry had but fifteen cards, and Government and Finance had eighteen. And so Banker did foreclose upon Industry, and did take his duffle bag, and his pocket knife wherewith he made clever things for his brothers, and his sandals, and all his clothing, until Industry stood naked under the sun, as in the day he was born, without a card to his name, and verily, he, too, was out of the game, and busted clean flat. And Government and Finance must play yet again, and Banker must lend to them, and he did, and they did, and Finance met the same fate as Everyman, and Industry, and they gathered themselves together, naked and wretched, under a palm tree, watching Banker and Government play the last hand. And lo, Banker did win, and took from Government all he owned. Then Government joined Everyman and Industry and Finance, naked under the palm tree, and they lamented the low estate whereunto their borrowing had brought them, and knew not what next to do. Then Government asked, Brothers, why sit we here idle? For although we be poor, mayhap have we something left we may offer as collateral, and yet play cards again. And the others said, Yea, and Amen, but what else have we? And they approached Banker right humbly, and gat them down on their knees, and entreated him, saying, O Banker, we have nothing left for collateral, but lo! in the future we will once again have stuff, and between now and then we will have stuff, and we will gladly execute in your favor mortgages, notes, and encumbrances on all our future stuff, but only lend us cards, for the boredom of this place surpasseth all bearing, and our souls are like to expire within us if we cannot play cards, and what availeth us life or liberty without cards? And Banker smiled a great smile, and welcomed this offer, and did cheerfully and quickly offer for their signature mortgages, notes, and encumbrances on all their future stuff, and they did sign. And Banker dealt out cards, and again they played. And in the course of time and cards, Banker did own all the future stuff of Everyman and Industry and Government and Finance. Verily, Banker did own it all, all their goods and their lands and their labors, and their children's labors, and their children's labors, world without end. And Banker waxed fat. And Everyman and Industry and Finance and Government were glad, and did honor to Banker, and rejoiced to serve him, for verily they loved playing cards, and indeed, unless they served him, how else could they get cards?

Here endeth the Parable of the Cards.