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Saturday, July 26, 2014

Meretneith and Merneptah

Word came early on a winter season’s night that Syrus was on the move. He took the lives of three Teachers and their tribes near the Al Jufrah. Merneptah came for his mother in the dead of night to ride out on horseback to meet with tribal fighters. They found Athtar’s chopper well hidden within a rocky crag. Merneptah took the controls. They were only out an hour before the trail of bodies began. Meretneith grabbed her son’s arm. “Merneptah…land here.”

They walked the desert and the Savannahs. There was no scent of the Hyksos, but the trail of bodies led them to a mass grave. Impaled on ten foot tall stakes were the small bodies of children and offspring of the Teachers. Some tiny forms hung at angles from poles pounded into bedrock. The severed heads of mothers, their faces contorted in horror, sat at the base of the pole. As if thrown in play, their headless bodies lay across the killing field. Meretneith and her son knew that the slaughterers were Hyksos offspring. No Old One would so breach the Law.

The rising sun found the Protectress sitting in the sand, her son began to cover most of the dead. They took the small bodies of the children from poles to assemble them in a mass grave. Meretneith recognized many of the faces from the Council meeting in Dubai. Syrus targeted members of the tribal Council. He was careful not to disfigure facial features so that the Protectress would recognize the dead.

Impatient desert animals began picking at the carnage. Merneptah and Meretneith watched at first but could do little. It was the desert. Life demanded its premium to live here. Mother and son waited for nightfall before climbing the nearby mountains. They contemplated quick retribution. Use of modern weaponry would only disturb the Ma’at. What modern weapon could be greater than the passions that drive the blade? Mother and son knew where they needed to go for answers. She wanted to know the location of her enemies’ camp.

Syrus had grown accustomed to her hunting habits. Their fight would be different this time. She now owned the energies of three powerful males fighting at her side. This day the most powerful one of them hunted with her, the one they called the monster. She and Merneptah left the sands for the dense arboreal jungles on the borders of southern India. Syrus kept his core fighters there. Their habit was always to train and hide amongst trees and mountains. She and Merneptah would have to move fast.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

The Evergreen Inner Sanctum of Hawala Wealth

Like a Greek play, the inner sanctum of the 1% meme is a melodious and harmonic chorus droning across the globe. The rhetoric has become common but the message obscures the realities of a true growth in wealth…shadow banking. Like a green shoot of new grass emerging between the cracks of an urban sidewalk. Shadow banking is expanding beyond earshot or sight. Obscured by white noise that renders it out of news media range it remains an enigma. Its moniker is absurdly descriptive. Shadow banking is unregulated activities by regulated institutions. It serves as a very important structure within the global economic stream. However, like the “Mighty Mississippi”, this monetary river rushes into the hands of ideological extremists all over the world.

Hawala or Hundi

Regulated global monetary exchanges are growing richer while participating in money laundering of terror donor funds. Funded in the billions from sovereign and business leaders these dollars transect borders. Creators of instant billionaires their ever-greening inner sanctum of wealth has become the driver of the burgeoning bottom lines to government reserves.

This green bubble feeds the economic stream of all our lives in every developed nation. It underlines the economic fabric of those of us living in foot tapping porch homes to Wall Street. Yet few of us know of its existence.

Doing its work as an undercover agent of monetary exchange the societies of Hawalas is exclusive. Those actors that serve as go between and the gatekeepers are the Hawalers. In support of the horrors of radical and bloody ideological social reengineering, no federally mandated agency sanctions its money exchanges. Hawala dealers function within centuries’ old code of ethics reliant on trust between ethnic tribal unions and families. If they were recognized as a sovereign nation, their GDP would rank among the highest.

We can enjoy a stimulating debate on whether hawaladars are or have been a needful economic structure. Because the purchasing power of terrorists and their organizations serves as the underlying structure of major economies. These funds earmarked for terrorists proliferation hourly navigates its way into regulated sovereign banking.

The “politicalization” of Hawala by rich ideologists is rapidly becoming problematic. So how do you track and punish those that traffic in money laundering? You introduce the regulated offender to the scales of justice. You punish the participating institution thereby staunching the flow and minimizing the number of laundering havens (BNP Paribas). Nevertheless, how often does the politics of the locale, especially in underdeveloped nations turn a deaf ear; nay they sanction the religion of Hawala economics.

The role of transnational watch dogging of Hawalas has changed its face and developed strong regulatory muscle. It resembles the Eurasia Group of the Financial Task Force (FATF).

India

Eurasia Group of the Financial Action Task Force (FATF) is being embraced and forming new partnerships in its motivation to drive Pakistani Hawalas from the borders of neighboring countries. Somewhere in the vast and complex dendrites of the Hawala connectivity, someone has discovered that the only pathway to circumventing monetary funds to terrorists’ hands is to clamp off the artery that allows it.

Nevertheless, the realities of a dynamic organism are that it creates what biologists call an anastomosis. Like a blocked blood vessel, shadow bankers will circumvent an obstructed avenue of exchange then invent a new way to meet hawala needs.

Crypto-currency enters from the wings offering yet another popularized avenue to the swift expediency of money transferring, from one unregulated hand to another. However, that is subject matter for another posting.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Let Us Talk Exceptionality…You

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The most important element that you contribute to the “contract” agreement between you and your client is exceptionality. No one in the universe is you. You come to the virtual table with a one of a kind tool…the ability to deliver a product or service of which you own the expertise.

As unique as your fingerprint the elements you bring to your product are matchless. Do your words convey this? Do the graphics and visual compilations pronounce this?

Entrepreneurism

To continue your trek in the universe as a successful serial entrepreneur the importance of media and content should already be part of your comfort zone. Redirect those important streams of revenue …they are waiting.

Use content to channel a river of wealth to your business through absurdly wonderful articles. It is so simple. Sell the best content story. The words will convey what you can do and how you will do it. Answer the question “What can you do for me”, with eloquent simplicity. Better yet, create a video that will demonstrate what you do in visual compilations.

Content is King

Fast moving and precision-targeted messages coupled with graphics rule the universe. There are patrons that want you to bring them happiness. You own a commerce that will make that happen. Convey that skill with words that compel, shout, and scream how green their business “gardens” will grow. Only with your product or service, will you reconfigure the needs of future clientele. While making existing ones cling to your every word.

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