RE: [ufodiscussion] The Money Myth Exploded
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Love and Light.
The financial enigma resolved A debt-money system
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by Louis Even
The Money Myth Exploded was one of the first articles of Louis Even, and
remains one of the most popular to explain how money is created as a debt by
private banks. It is available in the form of an 8-page leaflet (tabloid
format) that you can order from the Michael office, in several languages:
English, French, Spanish, Italian, German, Polish, Portuguese.
1. Shipwreck survivors
An explosion had blown their ship apart. Each one grasped the first bit of
wreckage that came to hand. And when it was over, there were five left, five
huddled on a raft which the waves carried along at their will. As for the
other victims of the disaster, there was no sign of them.
Hour after long hour their eyes searched the horizon. Would some passing
ship sight them? Would their make-shift raft finds its way to some friendly
Suddenly a cry rang out: Land! Look! Over there, in the direction the
waves are carrying us!
And as the vague silhouette proved itself to be, in fact, the outline of a
shore, the figures on the raft danced with joy.
They were five. There was Frank, the carpenter, big and energetic. It was
he who had first cried, Land!.
Then Paul, a farmer. You can see him, front and left in the picture, on
his knees, one hand against the floor, the other gripping the mast of the
Next is Jim, an animal breeder; he's the one in the striped pants,
kneeling and gazing in the direction of land.
Then there is Harry, an agriculturist, a little on the stout side, seated
on a trunk salvaged from the wreck.
And finally Tom, a prospector and a mineralogist; he is the merry fellow
standing in the rear of the picture with his hand on the carpenter's
shoulder. 2. A providential island
To our five men, setting foot on land was like returning to life from the
When they had dried and warmed themselves their first impulse was to
explore this little island on to which they had been cast, far from
A quick survey was sufficient to raise their spirit. The island was not a
barren rock. True enough, they were the only men on it at the moment. But
judging from the herds of semi-domesticated animals they encountered, there
must have been men here at some time before them. Jim, the animal breeder,
was sure he could completely domesticate them and put them to good service.
Paul found the island's soil, for the most part, to be quite suitable for
Harry discovered some fruit trees which, if properly tended, would give
Most important were the large stands of timber embracing many types of
wood. Frank, without too much difficulty, would be able to build houses for
the little community.
As for Tom, the prospector, well, the rock formations of the island showed
signs of rich mineral deposits. Lacking the tools, Tom still felt his
ingenuity and initiative could produce metals from the ores.
So each could serve the common good with his special talent. All agreed to
call the place Salvation Island. All gave thanks to Providence for the
reasonably happy ending to what could have been stark tragedy.
3. True wealth
Here are the men at work.
The carpenter builds houses and makes furniture. At first they find their
food where they can. But soon the fields are tilled and seeded, and the
farmer has his crops.
As season followed season this island, this heritage of the five men,
Salvation Island, became richer and richer.
Its wealth was not that of gold or of paper bank notes, but one of true
value; a wealth of food and clothing and shelter, of all the things to meet
Each man worked at his own trade. Whatever surpluses he might have of his
own produce, he exchanged for the surplus products of the others.
Life wasn't always as smooth and complete as they could have wished it to
be. They lacked many of the things to which they had been accustomed in
civilization. But their lot could have been a great deal worse.
Besides, all had experienced the depression in Canada. They still
remembered the empty bellies side by side with stores crammed with food.
At least, on Salvation Island, they weren't forced to see the things they
needed rot before their eyes. Taxes were unknown here. Nor did they go in
constant fear of seizure by the bailiff. They worked hard but at least they
could enjoy the fruits of their toil.
So they developed the island, thanking God and hoping for the day of
reunion with their families, still in possession of life and health, those
two greatest of blessings. 4. A serious inconvenience
Our men often got together to talk over their affairs.
Under the simple economic system which had developed, one thing was
beginning to bother then more and more; they had no form of money. Barter,
the direct exchange of goods for goods, had its drawbacks. The products to
be exchanged were not always at hand when a trade was discussed. For
example, wood delivered to the farmer in winter could not be paid for in
potatoes until six months later.
Sometimes one man might have an article of considerable size which he
wished to exchange for a number of smaller articles produced by different
men at different times.
All this complicated business and laid a heavy burden on the memory. With
a monetary system, however, each one could sell his products to the others
for money. With this money he could buy from the others the things he
wanted, when he wished and when they were available.
It was agreed that a system of money would indeed be very convenient. But
none of them knew how to set up such a system. They knew how to produce true
wealth - goods. But how to produce money, the symbol of this wealth, was
something quite beyond them. They were ignorant of the origin of money, and
needing it they didn't know how to produce it. Certainly, many men of
education would have been in the same boat; all our governments were in that
predicament during the ten years prior to the war. The only thing the
country lacked at that time was money, and the governments apparently didn't
know what to do to get it.
5. Arrival of a refugee
One evening, when our boys were sitting on the beach going over their
problem for the hundredth time, they suddenly saw approaching a small boat
with a solitary man at the oars.
They learned that he was the only survivor of a wreck. His name: Oliver.
Delighted to have a new companion, they provided him with the best that
they had, and they took him on an inspection tour of the colony.
Even though we're lost and cut off from the rest of the world, they told
him, we haven't too much to complain about. The earth and the forest are
good to us. We lack only one thing money. That would make it easier for us
to exchange our products.
Well, you can thank Providence, replied Oliver, because I am a banker,
and in no time at all, I'll set up a system of money guaranteed to satisfy
you. Then you'll have everything that people in civilization have.
A banker!... A BANKER!... An angel coming down out of the clouds couldn't
have inspired more reverence and respect in our men. For, after all, are we
not accustomed, we people in civilization, to genuflect before bankers,
those men who control the lifeblood of finance?
6. Civilization's god
Mr. Oliver, as our banker, your only occupation on this island will be to
look after our money; no manual labour.
I shall, like every other banker, carry out to complete satisfaction my
task of forging the community's prosperity.
Mr. Oliver, we're going to build you a house that will be in keeping with
your dignity as a banker. But in the meantime, do you mind if we lodge you
in the building that we use for our get-togethers?
That will suit me, my friends. But first of all, unload the boat. There's
paper and a printing press, complete with ink and type, and there's a little
barrel which I exhort you to treat with the greatest care.
They unloaded everything. The small barrel aroused intense curiosity in
our good fellows.
This barrel, Oliver announced, contains a treasure beyond dreams. It is
full of... gold!
Full of gold! The five all but swooned. The god of civilization here on
Salvation Island! The yellow god, always hidden, yet terrible in its power,
whose presence or absence or slightest caprice could decide the very fate of
all the civilized nations!
Gold! Mr. Oliver, you are indeed a great banker!
Oh august majesty! Oh honorable Oliver! Great high priest of the god,
gold! Accept our humble homage, and receive our oaths of fidelity!
Yes, my friends, gold enough for a continent. But gold is not for
circulation. Gold must be hidden. Gold is the soul of healthy money, and the
soul is always invisible. But I'll explain all that when you receive your
first supply of money.
7. The secret burial
Before they went their separate ways for the night, Oliver asked them one
How much money will you need to begin with in order to facilitate
They looked at one another, then deferentially towards the banker. After a
bit of calculation, and with the advice of the kindly financier, they
decided that $200 each would do.
The men parted, exchanging enthusiastic comments. And in spite of the late
hour, they spent most of the night lying awake, their imaginations excited
by the picture of gold. It was morning before they slept.
As for Oliver, he wasted not a moment. Fatigue was forgotten in the
interests of his future as a banker. By dawn's first light, he dug a pit
into which he rolled the barrel. He then filled it in, transplanting a small
shrub to the spot about which he carefully arranged sod. It was well hidden.
Then he went to work with his little press to turn out a thousand $1
bills. Watching the clean new banknotes come from his press, the refugee
turned banker thought to himself:
My! How simple it is to make money. All its value comes from the products
it will buy. Without produce, these bills are worthless. My five naive
customers don't realize that. They actually think that this new money
derives its value from gold! Their very ignorance makes me their master.
And as evening drew on, the five came to Oliver on the run.
8. Who owns the new money?
Five bundles of new banknotes were sitting on the table.
Before distributing the money, said the banker, I would like your
Now, the basis of all money is gold. And the gold stored away in the
vault of my bank is my gold. Consequently, the money is my money. Oh! Don't
look so discouraged. I'm going to lend you this money, and you're going to
use it as you see fit. However, you'll have to pay interest. Considering
that money is scarce here, I don't think 8% is unreasonable.
Oh, that's quite reasonable, Mr. Oliver.
One last point, my friends. Business is business, even between pals.
Before you get the money, each of you is going to sign a paper. By it you
will bind yourselves to pay both interest and capital under penalty of
confiscation of property by me. Oh! This is a mere formality. Your property
is of no interest to me. I'm satisfied with money. And I feel sure that I'll
get my money, and that you'll keep your property.
That makes sense, Mr. Oliver. We're going to work harder than ever in
order to pay you back.
That's the spirit. And any time you have a problem, you come and see me.
Your banker is your best friend. Now here's two hundred dollars for each one
And our five brave fellows went away, their hands full of dollar bills,
their heads swimming with the ecstasy of having money.
9. A problem in arithmetic
And so Oliver's money went into circulation on the island. Trade,
simplified by money, doubled. Everybody was happy.
And the banker was always greeted with unfailing respect and gratitude.
But now, let's see... Why does Tom, the prospector, look so grave as he
sits busily figuring with a pencil and paper? It is because Tom, like the
others, has signed an agreement to repay Oliver, in one year's time, the
$200 plus $16 interest. But Tom has only a few dollars in his pocket, and
the date of payment is near.
For a long time he had wrestled with this problem from his own personal
point of view, without success. Finally, he looked at it from the angle of
the little community as a whole.
Taking into consideration everyone on the island as a whole, he mused,
are we capable of meeting our obligations? Oliver turned out a total of
$1000. He's asking in return $1080. But even if we bring him every dollar
bill on the island, we'll still be $80 short. Nobody made the extra $80. We
turn out produce, not dollar bills. So Oliver can take over the entire
island, since all the inhabitants together can't pay him back the total
amount of the capital and the interest.
Even if a few, without any thought for the others, were able to do so,
those others would fall. And the turn of the first spared would come
eventually. The banker will have everything. We'd better hold a meeting
right away and decide what to do about it.
Tom, with his figures in his hand, had no difficulty in proving the
situation. All agreed that they had been duped by the kindly banker. They
decided upon a meeting at Oliver's.
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