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“My life has long been hanging on the fallacious hope that I will come to Rome; but
“Arnold, life is a thrilling mystery that we don’t always control; and having hope is not
ignoring the challenges that stand between us and our dreams. Although we have to keep a
balanced consideration for the hopes of others, we are appealed, as free human beings, to find
our own way. It’s the thought that everything is possible that encourages us to follow our dreams,
while the idea that anything is possible terrifies us. If you can make it through the night my boy,
there is surely a brighter day ahead. Nevertheless, you have to wake up strong and confident to
shape your own future, regardless of the number of people you are going to have to screw up.
That’s life.” David Johnson said as he pulled the blanket to cover the upper body of his sleepy
grandson.
In fact, short before his graduation from high school, Arnold unexpectedly got the chance
to visit Italy with his grandfather, supposedly to visit the University of Rome, a school Arnold
had previously expressed interest in. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a terribly exciting trip, until his
grandfather attended an important meeting with a relative, and Arnold eavesdropped on them,
and heard them talking about what to do with some confidential documents they had long ago
acquired from the Order of Jesuits, the secret service of the Vatican that was founded in 1534 by
Ignacio de Loyola. Arnold’s grandfather, David Johnson, and their relative, Mr. Harriman, talked
about how Harriman’s secret society was still threatening the church with releasing the
documents.
Apparently, for years, the church had been paying tremendous amounts of money to the
members of the Italian Black Nobility in order to bury some horrifying but exciting secrets about
Christianity forever. However, senior members of the Black Nobility had recently been informed
that the Vatican was no longer afraid of their threats. The Vatican had decided that since so many
people were already writing nonsense about Christianity, what the Black Nobility had to say
would likely just be considered as another assortment of lies from people wanting to sell books.
At the moment of Mr. Harriman’s conversation with Mr. Johnson, the senior members of
the Black Nobility were trying to decide how to share their last seven lump sums of Vatican cash,
now that several junior members had accused several others of selling some of the secrets on the
side to outside individuals. In short, Harriman’s friends did not want to share the revenue with
the traitors.
Thus, the money was hidden somewhere, but Arnold, unfortunately, did not exactly hear
where. The conversation concluded, and Arnold slipped away before his grandfather could catch
him.
Three weeks later, Arnold eavesdropped on a second conversation, one that sent shivers
down his spine. In fact, David Johnson gathered his two sons Philip Johnson (Arnold’s father),
and Brad Johnson to inform them of the existence of the treasure, and his intend to split it
between them. Long before that, The Vatican had learned of the bickering within the ranks of the
Black Nobility, and urged its members to return the documents to Vatican City. Meanwhile,
someone else, Jesuits most likely, had started to chase down members of the Black Nobility,
liquidating its most important leaders. Professor Alessandro Vuccinic and Harriman were the
only ones to escape. Professor Vuccinic actually tricked the killers by getting them to target
He went back to Rome, where he became Professor Vicenzo Galvani, and he gave up his
share of the money to Mr. Harriman to save his life. Then going underground, he became a
* * *
“So, David, you are now a member of the Black Nobility,” Mr. Harriman concluded. Take
good care of these documents and keep an eye on the treasure. Use my share to fund the
Harriman Park in Idaho, USA, if these people catch me too,” Mr. Harriman said.
“Okay, I’ll treat them like they were my own,” Mr. David replied.
Arnold was intrigued by the name Black Nobility; he had never heard of it before. So,
later that night in the privacy of his own hotel room, he went online and started searching for it.
Here are the remarks made on the works of Dr. John Coleman, a former British intelligence,
“The Black Nobility families are the oligarchic families of Venice and Genoa, Italy, who
in the 12th century held the privileged trading rights. The Black Nobility is the founders of the
secret society of our day from which all the others that are connected to the Illuminati originated
from — the Committee of 300. The Club of Rome, the C.F.R., the R.I.I.A., the Bilderbergers, the
Round Table… all originate from the Committee of 300 and therefore from the European Black
Nobility families… Co-operating with the European Black Nobility are American families like
* * *
Arnold also read that in Idaho, many people knew Mr. Harriman, the son of one of the
Oregon Shoreline Railroad investors who had originally purchased and then donated to the
public what is now Harriman State Park. Harriman had fallen in love with the land as a kid, and
how it lay in the heart of a 16,000-acre wildlife reserve in the Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem.
He also read that the sanctuary it provided protected a wide diversity of birds and animals similar
In the beginning, in 1902, several officials of the Oregon Shoreline Railroad, and other
investors, purchased what is now Harriman State Park. Originally called the Railroad Ranch, the
property soon became the private retreat of the Harriman’s of Union Pacific Railroad fame, and
the Guggenheims, then prominent in copper. Its rich wildlife habitat had been preserved since the
turn of the century when the owners established it as a private hunting reserve and working cattle
ranch. For the next seventy five years, the ranch maintained healthy waterfowl and fish
Arnold, after not finding much more, eventually went back to his studies, still dreaming
Seven months after their secret meeting, Mr. Harriman was killed as well. Arnold’s
eyebrows went up at this. And then he heard nothing more of the Black Nobility or the gold for
several years. However, Brad and Philip Johnson both died in a camping trip. The inn in which
they stayed caught fire and Brad died from the blaze. Philip died in a mysterious car accident the
same night as he drove to go get some help. The authorities concluded that the whole tragedy
was an accident. The cases were closed with nobody being tried. Nevertheless, David Johnson
believed that the Jesuits had slaughtered his sons, while Virginia, Brad’s wife, suspected Philip to
friend of the Harriman’s family. His own personal fame came from several very successful
businesses. After the death of Philip and Brad, David Johnson decided to take care of his sons’
widows. In fact, Philip Johnson had married Alicia twenty-six years previously, two years after
Brad had his first child with Virginia. David provided his two families with shelter, food, and
financial assets.
One day, Alicia finally learned that Johnson might have lots of money hidden somewhere
in the world. She did not know where the potential treasure was, but she thought that it was in
Franklin Square, Long Island –New York City, where Virginia lived, and where David Johnson
traveled to at least once a week to see his grandchildren. She asked him about it for a long time,
but she gave up at last. She wanted to go away, but she finally found what she thought was a
clever but an obvious alternative: to stick around and enjoy the good life, hoping that her sons,
Lawrence and Arnold would get a good share of that money. She had everything to lose if she
left. Mr. Johnson was intrigued by Alicia’s attitude. Who knows? He might have done something
Virginia and her children, on the other hand, never found out about the existence of the
treasure that David went on ‘weekly business trips’ to see. Though she had her suspicions,
Virginia never confronted the father of her late husband, and remained content to raise her
children mostly on her own, believing and trusting in David’s care for her and the kids since
Brad passed-away.
Five years after Harriman’s death, David died. During his funeral back in his hometown,
people sat across the church aisle quietly looking at each other, trying to guess everyone’s
thoughts and opinions. Some people thought that Virginia, the wife of David’s first son, Brad,
was going to get his inheritance because the entire Johnson family liked her, and she was the one
everybody local knew. Other people thought that Alicia, Philip’s wife, from out of town, was
The truth, however, is that nobody really knew what Mr. Johnson wanted. No one was
sure as to whether his own families even had any idea about who was going to get what.
On one side of the auditorium, Tony sat quietly with his big sister Helen, and their mother
Virginia who had just turned fifty one. Tony, about six one, was a strong and athletic man with
blue eyes, a student at a law school, and everybody present at the funeral knew him. He was the
one grandchild that his grandfather usually took to political meetings and trips.
Whenever Tony removed his sunglasses, people read both sadness and anger in his tired
and bloodshot eyes. Obviously sad because his dear grandfather passed away, he was also
irritated to finally realize that his own suspicions that his grandfather had something to hide were
factual.
On the other side of the room, was sitting late Philip’s family, the more enigmatic of the
two. Everybody regarded them with a cautious air, Alicia and her elder son named Brett
Lawrence with a cautious air. Some of the people present in the funeral whispered that there was
another son also, called Arnold, who was studying in Rome. He apparently could not make it
The eulogy came and went, and the two families regarded each other coldly, and from a
distance, before finally leaving in silence. The body would be cremated that evening.
The next day at a meeting with the lawyer who had to read the will, both families sat
openly, staring at each other in profound curiosity, like two babies sitting in their strollers who
had just met in the grocery store. This whole funeral thing was literally the first time they had
seen each other since Brad and Philip passed away. They blamed each other for the accident.
Although they had no idea whether there was really money hidden somewhere, only Alicia
suspected the existence of that treasure for a long time. Johnson had never bothered gathering
them. At first, he feared destroying the wobbly foundation he had built the second half of his life
on. Later, he felt his public image was also at risk, and he needed it to win more business battles.
Johnson was not only a loved grandfather; he was also a very clever businessman. He
possessed shares in more than sixty companies worldwide, though he made most of his money in
the real estate business. He started out first as an agent, then became a broker, then created his
own firm. His fortune was huge, but how huge? He was not normally counted among the richest
men in Idaho, since he hid his money whenever possible, but many people believed that David
Nobody really thought that David was murdered. The autopsy report was clear: he had
died from a stroke. Furthermore, he had retired from several businesses six months ago to take
“Now that he’s gone, who will be his successor?” That was perhaps the biggest question
Tony and Lawrence were asking themselves as they surveyed each other across the room through
narrowed eyes.
They were finally awakened from their hypnosis by the sound of a car parking outside. It
was the lawyer they had been waiting for. After he entered and greeted everybody, the lawyer
started in. “Yes, David had lots of money, but he didn’t tell me who will get what. He only
specified that one month from today; I was supposed to meet with you all again to learn the
content of a video tape that he gave me.” With that, he shook Tony’s and Lawrence’s hands, and
abruptly left.
If there were doubts before about the existence of David’s inheritance, his lawyer’s words
had erased them. One could feel in the air, waves of building tension between the two young
men who were already emotionally battling over their grandfather’s succession.
What they did not know, however, was that getting their grandfather ’s fortune was going
to lead them on a restless search of secret codes to solve a mysterious puzzle David Johnson had
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Virginia and her son Tony arrived at the hotel where they would all hopefully get their
answers at last. Helen, Tony’s older sister had declined to watch her grandfather on a video after
his death. Likewise, Arnold did not come home from Italy either.
Tony was nervous, and he turned to his mother as they got out of the car.
“Mom, do you think grandpa has given them any part of his legacy?”
“I don’t know, Tony. I really have no idea. Maybe he did. Not so long ago, I would have
said that he left everything for us. But now, I cannot think that way anymore.” Surprised, Tony
turned to her.
“Did you know before that grandpa was still seeing Uncle Philip’s family after the
accident?”
Virginia paused as they started walking toward the entrance of the hotel. “Tony, my son; I
“About what”?
“That your grandfather did not really blame them like everyone thought”.
“Keep going…”
“Mom, if you knew all this, why didn’t you do something?” She stopped and placed her
“Calm down, Tony. I did what I could. But things weren’t that easy. Life for me and us
They went inside and were welcomed by the receptionist, a young African American
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen. What a nice day!” His words jarred them from
Virginia finally managed to say a weak, “Hello. Ugh… It’s really nice out there, indeed.”
In fact, the day was very nice. Summer was finally there, and the early July suns, and the
people, were all up early every day, to similarly stay up late as well. The beautiful sunlight
refracted through the windowpanes around the lobby, showering wonderful colors about the
room. Tony found himself staring at the multiple colors as if he was looking for an answer
“We have a reservation for a small video room for this morning,” Virginia told the
receptionist.
“Mrs. Virginia Johnson.” She pulled out a piece of ID from her purse and handed it over
to the receptionist. She’d had her last name changed to Johnson several years after Brad Johnson
He looked at it.
“Ah! You must be of the late David Johnson’s family.” Then he looked back at her
Virginia nodded without a word, and the receptionist glanced back down at his computer.
“All the pleasure is mine, madam. Please follow the lady standing behind you. She will
A beautiful blonde lady walked up just then. With a Russian accent, she politely invited
Virginiato follow her. When Virginia turned around, she realized that Tony was no longer
“Are you looking for somebody?” the Russian lady asked, with a beautiful smile. “He is
standing over there, by the window,” She added. Virginia looked at the waitress, hesitated for a